I like Bill Maher well enough, but as I invest no effort in staying topical I only now caught one of his "New Rules" from just before the 2016 election berating religious conservatives in America for their hypocrisy in electing a presidential candidate who routinely wipes his ass with their superstitious morality.
But in attacking others for betraying their priorities, Maher reminds me of his own mercenary streak. Twenty years ago, he was one of the very few public figures brave enough to voice even the mildest criticism of feminism. And, after a decade of complaining that he got more hate mail for critiquing female chauvinist hagiography than for anything else (including religion!) he knuckled under. During the 2015-2016 presidential campaign, he toed the Democratic party line in ordering the country to elect pussy.
By then, plenty of reasons were already evident to despise The Donald. And I mean valid reasons. Start with his being blatantly incompetent for the job for which he was applying, lacking any military, legal or diplomatic background or even the foggiest notion of human rights. Or maybe the fact that he was a cut-throat, possibly tax-dodging profiteer running for office as a public servant. Or the blatant conflict of interest implied by his ongoing business dealings as a public servant. Or his rampant nepotism. Or the other conflict of interest presented by his dependence on his Russian connections. Or the teensy-weensy issue that by any logical (if not literal) definition of treason, he committed treason during the campaign itself on international television by inviting a foreign power to subvert his own country's elections. When you're asking to sit in the big fancy chair you don't get to yell out "invade us! (just kidding.)" Or hell, pick any practical issue for a presidential candidate and Trump was almost guaranteed to advertise his ignorance or malice on the topic.
But hell, none of that really mattered. The Democratic Party's mass-media attack dogs, Maher included, returned time and again to only one issue: sex. We were ordered to hate Trump not because of the menace he poses as an avaricious, choleric incompetent in a position of power, a Caligula, but because Caligula broke our society's primitive sexual taboos. Because he fondled someone's gonads. Or he peeked in the girls' locker room. Or he might've leered at his daughter. Or he cheated on his wife. Or he married a trophy wife. Or he called Rosie O'Donnell fat. He made a girl cry! Oh noes!
All this from the same media figures who sixteen years prior were perfectly willing to (rightly) defend Bill Clinton from irrelevant accusations of immorality for sleeping with a string of groupies throwing themselves at an alpha male. Despite the much more serious allegations of the Clintons' intimidation tactics against their accusers back then. Yeah, hypocrisy's a bitch, ain't she, Maher?
In 2016, Hillary Clinton boasted indisputably better credentials than Trump, despite her complete lack of a relevant campaign platform. Actually, even the girl scout who sold me my last pack of Thin Mints knew more about civics and diplomacy than Trump. The Democratic Party decided instead to bank on gynocentrism. They demanded that we do something nice for a woman by electing her, hand her the presidency as a Valentine's gift, and that we tilt at the windmill of supposed male oppression by defending women's honor from big bad Donnie and his busy hands. As though he were going to personally grope every single woman in the country. If there's one good thing to have come from that utter travesty of an election it was the slap in the face it dealt to our misandrist mass media.
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