For fans of Townhall.com, the column, “The Party of Man-Haters,” is there, too, slightly abridged. I imagine the good folks didn’t want to offend the dominatrix community by conflating it with … DEMOCRATS.
The following fun sentences also excised are great mood-setters, what with Halloween around the corner.
“In conduct, these Democratic women are more feral than female.”
“Yet, how did Republicans respond when these Democrat pack animals retreated, grunting and growling, baring bloodied fangs, from their prey, from Mr. Kavanaugh?“
Okay, then. Here’s your excerpt:
Throughout Brett Kavanaugh’s ordeal, Democratic women and their house-trained houseboys had attempted to derail the decent part of the process, rendering a U.S. Senate Supreme Court confirmation hearing a small-minded, mean-spirited, undignified and gossipy affair.
In tenor, the Kavanaugh confirmation hearing resembled a tabloid, a woman’s magazine, or the female-dominated, Trump-watch panels, assembled daily by the Fake News networks.
As to the women folk in the Gallery: They were plain gaga. These libertine “ladies” appeared constitutionally incapable of abiding by standards of decency and decorum, as demanded in such a solemn setting.
Thank our lucky stars we must that Democratic distaff are not yet disrobing, as do their Russian heroines:
Pussy Riot, the Putin-hating, all-girl pop band, specializes in desecrating holy places and flashing holey places.
This kind of abandon, albeit moderated, extended to liberal lady senators. Sen. Kamala Harris and her soul sisters in the US Senate conducted themselves like kids who can’t quit interrupting the grownups, nagging for license to break protocol, so as to harangue and harass the “bad” man in the chair.
On the day the Democrats lost—and Kavanaugh won his seat on the High Court—a primal, collective, atavistic howl rose from the Senate Gallery’s female quorum.
In response, a journalist in attendance quipped that this is “what the Left sounds like.” He ought to have stated the obvious. Sure, there are a few male eunuchs among these girls gone wild. But this is predominantly what women of the left sound like.
Half-truths tend to bleed into wholesale lies if uncorrected. So, let us be frank. The sounds emanating from the uterine core of the Democratic Party are the subhuman grunts and growls one hears from animals in estrus or mid-feed. Something is terribly wrong with them.
This sound of willful insanity has spread throughout the land. It has signaled to the hordes of ill-bred Democrats across the country to holler at the moon. Or, harass and hit other Americans.
This is the same quorum that donned genitalia-shaped dunce-caps and took to the streets in a tantrum over Donald Trump’s election. On January 21, 2017, a day after his inauguration, millions of them marched in the Women’s March.
Lest anyone forget, this is the same XX-rated cohort whose “leader,” the menopausal actress Ashley Judd …
“Remarkable column today …” Dare I say I agree?
Remarkable column today. I used to teach Euripides’ Medea. Jason was the degenerate male who thought he could outsmart everyone, Kreon the old-school gent who thought he could lay down some rules. Medea shredded them both. She lives again in our decadent US.
— John Harris (@GringoViejo41) October 20, 2018
UPDATE II (10/21/018):
— Ilana Mercer (@IlanaMercer) October 22, 2018