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I’m getting really sick of this #MeToo nonsense. The latest frustration: much of the reporting of the Democratic debate last night focuses on how Warren supposedly “skewered” Bloomberg.
This feminist technique of character assassination is quite simple. First, pick a man and find anything that he has ever said that is insulting to a woman. Any woman, the context doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter if it was a joke. It doesn’t even matter if it was 30 or 40 years ago.
The man’s comment means that he disrespects women!!! All women, apparently. So the shrieking harpies pile on, and the man is done. Skewered. Put a fork in him.
I was entertained by our beloved (if a bit nerdy) JPod’s [John Podhoretz] take on the debate, in this New York Post article. The Pod really outdid himself with this one. He called it “the greatest debate in human history” and found “the sheer raging hostility spraying across the stage” to have been “glorious.” Well, yeah, you gotta love it when the other party descends into a bunch of juvenile, name-calling, circular firing squad.
But Warren is the chief hostility-sprayer. In the Pod’s inimitable words:
And then there was Elizabeth Warren, desperately trying to get back in the game and spraying fire at everyone else on stage like Machine Gun Kelly. She spared no one, and by the end, she had yelled herself hoarse and seemed like she needed an oxygen tank.
Warren’s signature moment came at the very beginning, when she went right for the jugular.
“I’d like to talk about who we’re running against — a billionaire who calls women fat broads and horse-faced lesbians,” Warren said. “No, I’m not talking about Donald Trump. I’m talking about Mayor Bloomberg.”
So what did Bloomberg supposedly say?
Well, here’s the fact-check article, which reports:
It’s not clear whether Bloomberg ever said these specific words, but they have been attributed to him. The quote Warren is referencing is from a booklet of alleged Bloomberg quotes given to him by an employee as a gift for his birthday in 1990. While the introduction of the book says “these are all actual quotes,” Bloomberg has denied that he actually said any of them.
The Washington Post recently uploaded a copy of the booklet of alleged Bloomberg quotes, which includes a criticism of the British Royal family, calling them “a bunch of misfits — a gay, an architect, that horsey faced lesbian, and a kid who gave up Koo Stark for some fat broad.”
Bloomberg’s presidential campaign spokesman Stu Loeser told the Post that “Mike simply did not say the things somebody wrote in this gag gift, which has been circulating for 30 years and has been quoted in every previous election Mike has been in.”
The Post also reported that a Bloomberg spokesman said in 2001 that “‘some of the things he might have said’ and Bloomberg apologized to ‘anyone that was offended by’ the comments.”
So that’s it. Bloomberg supposedly made a snide comment about the British Royal family, a somewhat funny comment, I think, and now Saint Elizabeth of Massachusetts, apparently now the Patron Saint of Political Correctness, gets to tar him as a misogynistic jerk. This is the basis on which one of our major parties is going to select a Presidential candidate. This stuff would have been puerile even in high school.
So I wonder should I laugh or cry.
Because as ridiculous as all of this is, it is also very serious. There are, apparently, legions of feminazi witches who want to ruin a man’s life if he ever, ever, ever said anything bad about any woman.
I’m sick of it. Elizabeth Warren should be ashamed of herself. Everyone who would give a moment’s attention to such an absurd attack should be ashamed of themselves.
It’s not just that the world seems to be taken over by poorly-adjusted teenagers. These witches are an unholy cross between a hall monitor and one of the “mean girls.” I find the whole thing to be pathetic.
And that’s all I have to say about that.Published in