What will we tell our children?

Well, here’s what I told my children in 2008:

This is a democracy.  Mr. Obama was not our choice, but the American people have voted, and even if we don’t like the outcome, Mr. Obama will be our new president.  Let’s pray for him that he makes good decisions.

And here’s what I told my children in 2012:

I know you’re disappointed that Romney didn’t win, but Obama won fair and square.  Remember what I told you in 2008—you may not always agree with him; heck, you may never agree with him, but he is the president.  Let’s pray for him that he makes good decisions.

So, what should you tell your children today?

You tell your children that this is how it works in a democracy. You tell your children that this is what happens upon discovering that the Democratic nominee, in her capacity as Secretary of State, had left behind Americans to die in a hostile region that she herself had responsibility for creating. You tell your children that this is what happens when you try to hide that you’re more than likely engaging in illegal activities as evidenced by the fact that you’ve installed an unsecured server in your home, thereby exposing classified correspondence to foreign enemies. You tell your children that this is what happens when the Democrat party cheats one of their own in order to make the Anointed One the nominee. This is what happens when hardworking Americans become so sick of the government unreasonably taxing them in order to redistribute the wealth that they’re willing to back a candidate who often waxes absurdity and has no political experience whatsoever. This is what happens when Republicans can’t get their collective shizz together enough to bring forth a solid candidate who tells it like it is, calls out ISIS for what it is, stands up for America, and pulls no punches.

Hillary Clinton and her minions metaphorically gave birth to Donald Trump.

I’m not going to ever pretend that Trump was my #1 guy, and I didn’t even vote in the Indiana primary because I couldn’t decide for whom I should vote. But for all of his blundering talk, I don’t ever remember Trump demonstrating that he was a racist, a sexist, or a homophobe. Where is this coming from?  Assigning to him attributes that he doesn’t deserve is not going to change the outcome of this election.  It certainly didn’t work before the election, did it?

Americans have voted for Donald Trump as our next President of the United States.  Let’s pray for him that he makes good decisions.

Miss Guided

You know something?  Not everybody looks good when they take off their clothes …

Lena Dunham makes my skin crawl; however, I’m not going to go so far as to say she offends me.  I pride myself on the fact that I am seldom if ever offended by anything.  In my world, those who are perpetually offended by people, their remarks, their choices, or their actions are buying into the zeitgeist of victimhood.

Having made that proclamation, let me say that Lena Dunham’s latest video (albeit being marketed as a spoof) where she raps about her BFF Hillary Clinton, tongue in cheek or not, is going to come back to bite her fat ass.  After I watched it, all I could think of was that even Clinton’s supporters are doing a collective face-palm.  Would you really want her on your side?  Because in the worst possible way, Lena Dunham represents the worst ideals of liberal ideology.  When I think of the body of Americans who identify as liberal or who belong to the Democrat party, I’m pretty sure that not all of them rally behind Lena Dunham’s misappropriated tribute to their candidate, her morbid, obsessive, and worshipful love affair with Planned Parenthood, or her contempt for any man who doesn’t find her do-able.

Or, maybe they do.

You see, Miss Dunham resides in that artificial world where actively hating everything that is considered a mainstay of traditional American values is part of her brand.  That’s how she gets everyone’s attention.  Her latest attack on straight white men would be ridiculous if there weren’t others out there who are swayed by Dunham’s relentless bullying of the vanilla establishment.  In her world, unless you’re LGBTQ, had an abortion, or think that climate change is the sole responsibility of the same straight white men she wishes were extinct, you can’t possibly expect to be treated with any modicum of respect or acknowledged as a contributing member of society.  She’s the savior of the progressive movement.  She’s the stalwart champion of all those who have been hapless victims of the same slice of society she so enthusiastically despises.

The utter lack of tolerance Lena Dunham has for those who don’t endorse her particular brand of misanthropy screams irony.  Look, it’s okay to be edgy, different, to march to a completely alternative drummer, but it’s not okay nor is it very tolerant to spew hatred at what you perceive to be the establishment, but in reality is the foundation of our very culture.  Not everybody’s queer, most rational people don’t take off their clothes to get attention, and for the love of all that is holy, ending your sentences with an upward inflection suggests that even you are not sure about what you are saying.

Not that I have any skin in the game (she’s not my kid, thankfully) but I can’t help but wonder if she could have made a more positive and rational impact upon those causes she champions if she used her powers for good.  Go ahead and be a Hillary fangirl if that’s how you swing politically, but understand, too, that if you’re preaching tolerance, you might want to steer clear of suggesting that the world would be a better place if an entire segment of that world’s population—straight white men—would become extinct.

But what am I saying?  I take it all back.  Go ahead and make an ass of yourself, dear.  It’s working.  For me, anyway.