The Democrats Who Cried Wolf

I’ll just illustrate something I’m on about, and maybe someone will get it. Bearing in mind that my opposition to Trump and all his insanity is loud, consistent, and well-known. I saw a commercial in the summer of 2024 by Trump — and I hoped I was wrong — but that’s when I knew the presidential election was over. The commercial said, “Kamala Harris cares about ‘they/them’; Donald Trump cares about you.” That’s when it ended.

The message is: “These people want to end everything good we’ve ever known, in favor of egghead academic jargon, on behalf of freaks, perverts, and weirdos.”

Is it altogether fair? Of course not. But it’s effective.

Ordinary folks perceive the Democrats as the party of the perpetually aggrieved, the wounded, the people who cause a scene in the office or the restaurant. The people you’re glad to be rid of, when they finally leave. Entitled trust funders maybe, who aren’t as rich as they would like to be, but who say things like, “Language is violence.”

I pretty much don’t care what people personally do or believe in day-to-day life; I am about as chill as a textbook orthodox Catholic gets, at least in regard to using government power against strangers. That said, a lot of people perceive the Democrats as an actual danger to a tranquil life. Let’s call it the never-ending quest to be “civil rights” heroes, or something.

To be somewhat cheeky about it, if they don’t know what a woman is, of course they won’t be able to protect them. The absolute zenith of social acceptance of homosexuality was probably about 1997, and nearly 30 years later, to hear the activists tell it, LGBT, etc. blood never ceases flowing in the streets.

Psychologists could tell us lots of things about that, but the relevant question is, “Why does the Democratic Party leadership accept this obviously false narrative?” Why are they completely captive to niche ideology — unwilling to move to the center — on anything involving sexual conduct? Because it is certain, for example, that the once-bellwether state of Ohio is no longer. It may never go to a Democratic candidate for president again. The same is true for Florida, the site of that famously close race in 2000.

Candidates who want to appeal to ordinary people will talk about “kitchen table issues.” Nothing involving sex in America today is a kitchen table issue.

And contrary to an acquaintance from high school, there is literally nowhere in America where anyone is actually “unsafe” to express themselves sexually. Is there anything that is more American, and expresses social acceptance more than a parade? And they are everywhere.

Someone will claim that for me to even say this is bigotry. To that I say that if everything is bigotry, nothing is.

Wouldn’t you agree that the most ardent elements of Donald Trump’s base of support are insensitive to such claims of bigotry? Indeed, they made a rallying cry — “deplorables” — out of Hillary Clinton’s disapproval. I certainly have been dismayed by the president’s apparent inability to feel shame. Yet it is his opponents who may need to familiarize themselves with the story, “The Boy Who Cried Wolf.”

I have more to say about sex politics in my next column, but I leave this for your consideration now.