The little bit of the Kavanaugh SCOTUS mess I’ve seen has served to reinforce my refusal to expose myself to more than about a minute of news per day.
One thing I’ve noticed about Mr. Kavanaugh is his flaccid body language and overall presence. In the footage the fake news media runs, he enters the room with a Jimmy Carter grin on his face, head slightly ducked in deference to his betters, oozing bland nonthreatningness out of every pore. The very sight repulses me, and I want to shout at him, “Stand up straight! Wipe that fucking goony grin off your face! Act like you’ve got a pair! These shitbirds hate you…they are not your friends, and they never will be! Stop trying to win them over! They’re more than willing to burn you down for the sake a some pussy hat-wearing SJW loonyball slut, and that’s the REPUBLICANS in the room! Be a man…if you go down in flames, at least you can have some pride!” But of course, I have no opportunity to say such things to this man. And besides, he has enough people bellowing at him these days.
It annoys me that he and other men who are subject to Alinsky’s “point and shriek” tactic don’t simply be manly and say, “Are you honestly asking me if I grabbed some teenage girl’s tits when I was a horny teenager? Look, I grabbed so many, I could NEVER remember all of ’em. That’s what normal boys DID in the Seventies. Hell, if all of ’em came forward at once, we’d have to hold this hearing in Camden Yards.” Such a response would shut a lot of shrill, sanctimonious mouths. But no….let’s play the gentleman. Let’s lose nobly. It’s what “conservatives” do so well.
Perhaps the reason Mr. Kavanaugh elicits such a response from me is because the whole scene reminds me of how grown men act in the presence of a pastor or theologian.
I’ve known accomplished men, hard men, men who own their own businesses, dangerous businesses like tree trimmers and firemen and warriors, who will grin and duck their heads when some seminary boy lectures them about “godly behavior” or “obligations to vows” or things like this. It’s that toxic, toxic belief that these preening little parasites who stand in the pulpits have some special Batphone to God, and that they truly speak for Him, and that their words are as infallible as the bible they claim to believe without reservation.
There truly exists a slave mentality, and it is pervasive in today’s Christianity. Perhaps it was always so. But these days, it is as overt and as obvious as the fake eyelashes on a drag queen reading to your children at the public library.