I Don't Like You Either.

A Right Wing Man's Plea: Right Wing Women, Please Stop Blogging

by John Q. Public  I've been thinking about this topic for weeks, but have hesitated to publish my views.  It is a controversial subject.  Even my powerful brothers of the far right dare not address it (though they certainly secretly think it).

These days, it is difficult to find a woman who understands what it means to be a lady.  Even Republican women, I am sorry to say---my ex-wife Judith is a tragic example--- seem to believe that they should be able to compete with men in the workplace, to hold political offices, and even to set up blog sites to offer political opinions.  It is time for women of the right to think about the example they are setting to the next generation of Republican women.  It is not a good one.

What finally pushed me over the edge was  Michelle Malkin's post about the military tribunal at Gitmo.  Michelle, please.  That is not a suitable topic for a button-cute  Republican lady and yet she has already received responses from several male right-wing bloggers that endorse her views without even a gentle hint to her that it would perhaps be best if she would stick to cheerleading and leave the heavy lifting for the men.  (Why don't more right wing blogging ladies dress up as cheerleaders, I wonder?  Or French maids? But I digress). 

A Right Wing Lady's Plea to the Media: Please, No More Dog "Whistles"

Mrs. Anna Hosanna [A True Born-Again Believer] | As a true Believer, I am not Afraid to "step up" and say "the Truth." I know what The Wall Street Journal and others who are dwelling on Barack Obama's Arrogance and  Athletic Build are secretly trying to tell Us:  Barack Obama is not an "Ordinary," or "typical," American like You and Me.  This is what I understand is called a Dog Whistle, based on this Article [though "Beware" because the Writer Melissa McEwen seems to be Some kind of a Liberal Feminist and might even be a "British Person" to Boot]:

McCain: Bringin' The Tough Love to African-Americans and the Campaign

by John Q. Public [Defiantly Right] |  I am afraid that this post will offend my fellow cobloggers, all of whom are lefties.  Well, so be it.  This is another issue I feel strongly about:  the superior power of Republican 'tough love' to repair our damaged society.

My lefty cobloggers have been roughing up John McCain all day about his campaign ad proving that Obama is indifferent to wounded troops and who---unlike John McCain, I'm sure---doesn't show up for committees.  I must beg to differ:  I liked it.  I thought it was hard-hitting, aggressive, and manly, like a sucker punch.

Democrats seem to think a campaign should be about issues.  What they fail to grasp is that issues are boring.  Look at Al Gore and John Kerry.  Why do they think almost half the country preferred Bush? 

The reason is that he had a message and he sold it:  'I'm the decider.  If you elect me, you won't have to listen to a lot of boring talk that scares you about things that make you uncomfortable, like global warming, the falling dollar, companies moving overseas and outsourcing all their American jobs, the daily violence in Iraq, the expense of health care and the lack of health care insurance. or the so-called 'housing bubble.' 

Can White Men Dance? Oh, Yes, Ms. McArdle. YES WE CAN

Mr. J.Q. Public [So Right It's Wrong] | As the only right-winger posting at this blog, you can imagine that I suffer a great deal of intimidation.  I am almost afraid to write this, as I am afraid that Damozel will accuse me once more of being a 'concern troll' and delete my post forthwith.  Yet the subject is one that is of deep concern to me and, I believe, to most Republican men.

I was very disappointed by this piece, 'White Men Can't Dance', penned by libertarian Megan McArdle in her blog ( 'Assymetrical  'Asymmetrical Information').  She remarks that 'for the last three seasons, the show So You Think You Can Dance has tended to be very, very white by the time it gets down to brass tacks,' as if this were a bad thing.

For centuries, white men---and, I believe, white Republicans especially--- who try to dance have been discriminated against, to such an extent that 'white men can't dance'  has now become, to all intents and purposes, a self-fulfilling prophecy. 

Alternate Universe Shrub

Imagine that instead of President of the U.S. of States now, Bush is the star of a 1970's film about an engagingly self-deprecating, down to earth family guy who gets elected, becomes president, and sees off the Yippie agitator, the drugged-out hippie guru, the unibrowed Chairman of the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet, the man-hating hairy women's libber who won't stop quoting Andrea Dworkin, the disillusioned young senator who almost gets caught in a corrupt lobbyist's web of corruption,  and the leader of the Black Panthers by his unfailing simple goodness, wry sense of humor, and unflinching moral clarity. 

Whenever he's challenged by his detractors and their followers, he just serves them up a heaping helping of homespun wisdom with a side order of paternal kindness, and the followers all leap out of their seats to give him a standing O, because it turns out that all they ever REALLY wanted was their share of the American dream, and he's made them see that the path is both broad and straight:  you just have to work hard, teach your children well, stay off drugs, stay in school, own a home, and go to church on Sundays.  It's all so simple and they just never realized!  And then they all boo their leaders off the stage and we see them slink away, humiliated.  As they walk away in disgrace, the cheering grows louder and louder...

Cut to President Shrub sitting at his desk in the Oval Office, "TWO YEARS LATER."  His new press secretary comes in and it's the Yippie agitator!  Only he's cut off his hair and shaved his beard and cleaned up so he looks like a young James Brolin!  And they go out for a drive and the impeccable chauffeur gets out with a smart salute and we see it is the former Chairman of the Presidium, who has defected and is now living the American dream!  And while they are driving they pass a school, and the handsome, clean, articulate young black teacher looks up and waves and it's the leader of the Black Panthers who now looks like Barack Obama and all the kids cheer!  And they pass a church where the cool  minister, Father Trudeau,  is standing out on the steps shaking hands with the congregation and it's the formerly drugged out hippie, who still looks just like Jesus and is now living a life dedicated to doing good!

And then the car turns up a long, long drive which turns out to be the approach of a beautiful mansion with spreading lawns and dogwood trees and azaleas in bloom all around it!  And the chauffeur opens the door and the President and the First Lady get out and start to go up the stairs, but then the door bursts open, and it's the young senator the President saved from a life of corrupt dealing with lobbyists and he's married to the man-hating women's libber!  Who now looks like a young Gloria Steinem instead of a young Andrea Dworkin!  And she is holding a baby in her arms and smiling because she's learned that women have a role to play that is indispensable to the future of our democracy!  And the baby is named "George Shrub Wannamaker" after the president!

And everyone hugs, and the senator's dog Lady comes out carrying a baby collie in her mouth wearing a little Uncle Sam hat because the President once said he'd always wanted a collie! And they all live happily ever after!

Think about that film---Mr. Shrub Goes to Washington---and then watch this.