Regular Contributor Brad Slager
As the Trump Era has officially begun, leftist outrage firebrands are in full throat,ironically as they are losing their minds. I think it is a safe bet that every single day since the election there has been an organized protest. And these gatherings are starting to have an effect: We have reached the point that images of hordes marching leads to abject apathy. (That “effect” is necessarily positive.)
Full disclosure: I never have the first clue what is going on at any organized protest rally. This is because I would never be caught dead in the same zip code of any such rally. My tolerance for congregated manhood maxes out at the capacity of your average hockey arena.
Then you have the rally participants. Milling around with tens of thousands of beaming self-important activists is high punishment. Who can tolerate chanting like they did when we were four years old and learning phonics while carrying placards with stunted witticisms and sporting artwork that would be shamed by Koko the Gorilla – all while “effecting change.” This does not inspire me to like humanity. It inspires me to shop for time shares in the Azores.
If you ever want to chase me away from a place, don’t resort to an EVICTION notice; just stage a Human Rights rally out at the pool deck one day. And as if this intolerable concept is not horrid enough to picture, every rally involves packing in close to people you normally build fences to avoid, in order to stand for the speeches. An endless stream of “famous” busy-bodies then take to the microphone to tell it like it is.
I have looked over the guest lists on a number of recent rallies, and they always strike me as similar to film credits. You may recognize a frontline star, or two, but the rest may as well be part of the avalanche of names from the production crew. Who spoke at the Amnesty International rally last night? “Oh, it was Marc Ruffalo, the girl from craft-services, and the second assistant CGI wire-frame character designer.”
I was recently surprised to find myself looking into the details of Donna Hylton. She was one of those speakers, from one of these rallies, held in one of our cities, on one of the endless string of days that a rally has been held since the election. Doing so manages to shed some light on the curious machinations behind what it takes to become one of these “important” public speakers.
The unsurprising part is that there is a surprising lack of credentials or actual accomplishment needed to be hailed as “an important voice” within the activist set. Hylton spoke at the DC Women’s March. Why? Got me. She has no viable credentials anyone offers to illustrate why she is a “voice to listen to.” Of course, she having a grievous and disturbing history only seems to make her more important in the mind of activists.
Hylton served a 27-year sentence when convicted of the kidnapping, torture, and murder of a gay New York businessman. So, of course, she is now held up as the voice of the feminist agenda. Here is where you get the bifurcated standards of the activist left: they are marching to oppose the unforgivable sexist words of Donald Trump, and are led by a woman, they forgive for murder, sodomy, and homicide.
I’m not risking the inducement of seizures by announcing unfathomable realities exist in activism circles. The Women’s March rallies were filled with them, as they rose up to protest Donald Trump’s campaign promise to make females illegal. (I’m guessing, based on some speeches.). My favorite item may be how March organizers chased the female Pro-Life groups from joining them, while at the same time co-sponsoring with numerous Islamic groups.
Look, I know my testosterone-poisoning means my opinion is worthless on these subjects, but how does a women’s rights agenda square with groups that force hijabs, and prevent women from driving?!
Now here is the overarching problem with the Women’s March: What was the point? There is much talk following these rallies of them being a “success.” This is, of course, a qualified assessment, given you will never read what was actually accomplished.
“Millions showed up!” “Look how many states staged rallies!” “This was a global movement!”
Uh-huh . . . and . . .?
They arrived, they marched, but did anything – happen?! Part of the reason this was an opaque mission statement is the wide array of causes that were attached to the WOMEN’s March. In just one example from HuffPo, a career activist lists items such as “diversity of races, genders, sexual orientations, national origins, religions and humanist values.” Also mentioned; “overcoming the entrenched privilege of whiteness, of heterosexuality, of Christianity, and myths of Anglo-Saxon origins.” Man, these ladies have it hard!
Added to this paella of protests were hundreds of partner groups, many with perplexing connections to the feminist agenda. Just a sampling:
● National Resources Defense Council
● United Auto Workers
● New Yorkers Against Gun Violence
● SEIU - United Healthcare Workers
● Occupy Wall Street
● National Coalition for Asian Pacific American Community Development
● Climate First!
● Network of Arab-American Professionals
● Swamp Revolt
This is clear evidence that “women” were not the focus here, but opposing Trump. And with hundreds of interest groups compelling their membership to turn out the numbers seem far less impressive, organically. With such a varied focus may I ask how you could possibly declare any type of a victory?
Easy – just insist upon it.
In case you feel you may have missed out on something, allow me to give you a pull quote from Donna Hylton’s nothing-burger of a speech:
● “I stand before you today to say that we are human; that we are women; and we are you, and you are we – and we count!”
If that wisdom sounds at all to you like trenchant wisdom, I have a puffy magenta-colored hat to sell you.
When all was said and done the gals cleared town and returned to their lives of petulant tantrum-throwing. In their wake they left a massive pile of trash, the discarded craft projects they tossed aside once the cameras were turned off. At least they could take comfort that their garbage was cleaned up by those earning $0.23 more per hour than they would have earned if they had been gainfully employed.