so, as I think about this election, I have to concede that the collective consciousness can get it wrong sometimes.
we really need a swing back, after 8 years of "progressive" interdiction, to something conservative based, just as a general balance mechanism, just as a way for the teeter-totter of the "vote illusion" to work it's magic and appease the warring parties that make up lesser political arenas around the world, or within this moment in history.
we needed to have a conservative to vote for, but it appeared that our media as complicit agents, foiled too well what makes this retaking of ground, necessary.
so we vote a conservative in name only, up to the top of the ticket on the guise that he's a game changer, an apolitical beast, who could use his sense of grandeur to magically wand the country a new direction, to greatness, again...
it's too bad that the liberal offered up as cut bait, was a sleeping shark, not to be trusted, always suspected of foul play and when pressed, gives the standard answer, "what do you want? Answers? I don't have those. I have excuses" as if it were not only expected, but trusted to appear from her pay to play associated parties in the Justice dept and throughout the FED, a fully fomented lack of regard for accountability, tested to withstand any amount of pressure by anyone.
so you want me to be sufficiently repulsed, Michelle, that I cannot put a groper into the high chair? AS a guy, and a red meat eater, I think at least 90% of the indignity suffered by the women coming forward, was self-inflicted.
yep, I must be a misogynist too, since I think I shouldn't have to ask a woman first if a kiss is okay, I am dangerous to small children, then huh?
the measured shakiness in Obama's voice as she platituded her way into the firing line, I couldn't help but admire, how well practiced, as nuanced as that was, and to be honest, it HURT. It hurt me, and it hurts anyone who gave her the benefit of the doubt previous, to see how directed, how engineered that was as an election play by a heretofore neutral party.
a PLAY, to which we all were exposed, and had to endure without even being charged for the performance.
Women in awe of that, should wear a N on their lapels, so red-blooded men everywhere have a fighting chance. N for No, of course, no unwanted attention of the primal kind, no kiss, no grab ass, no whatever. The women who famously branded themselves such, deserve that space, deserve that common-mode rejection. Deserve no quarter in an alpha male's entourage, much less a prime spot as significant other.
That's one way of looking at it, I guess.
I've been gilded by the neuter-strong, political pundits of correctness into some fanciful imagining, as if men are not able bodied, and somehow cuckold to the new age of emasculation by projection, as our mainstream media folds under the weight of story-making amplified by narcissism, in the round.
The tell, is of course, the timing with which these poor ladies affronted, decided to produce story fodder.
Oh, I've read where a woman who was subjected to a sexual assault, takes their own time in telling that tale, and I have no truck with that, but to have such a volley accumulate in that space, coming from 30 years back is certainly suspect. Donald may not be a perfect person, but neither was JFK and look at how loved he is today!
The religious right may have erred early on, by not vetting Trump to the possibility of a late campaign charge consisting of the 50% silent majority, indignity towards women complaints stacked like tranq darts in a stun gun magazine, none strong enough to take down the elephant, but in quantity...
and that's where we see the true nature of the liberal mind, the workings where complexities and confabulated contexts, coincide to produce the most dangerous political exception, a woman in the Oval, and if it were foretold that this country would be placed into a precipitous moment, even more fabulous than the Bay of Pigs, no measure could stay her hand, there is no backing out or down if womanhood is on the block. No test pattern, there are Pavlov-actors salivating behind Islam's curtains, for such a day...
or maybe that's just poppycock.
anyways, I can't believe you read this whole thing. Shame on you!