Donald Trump and the Sissy Side of Republican Men
By
David Gottfried
Republican Men, for many decades, made it clear that they were macho, believed in Macho, and that any diminution in the manliness and meanness of American men would sound the death knell of American goodness and transform Mom’s apple pie into saltpeter, served by a dominatrix like Hillary, masquerading as desert.
Of course, their manliness was always a tad suspect. During the cold War, William Buckley, the Tzar – or shall we say the Tzarina -- of Intellectual Conservatism, shrieked with bitchy essays that reeked of imperialism and lauded his idle rich friends. That stuffed shirt, who had the faggiest and most affected accent in the world – one part imitation English, one part Bette Davis, one part Park Avenue dowager, and one part antique dealer from the upper east side – never put on the Uniform of any arm of the United States military. He preferred to battle the “evil empire” by elegantly rolling his eyes and sipping cherry (or whatever it is those fuckfaces sip) in divinely snooty salons.
But compared to today’s conservatives, Bill Buckley had one saving grace: He said what he believed, or at least it seemed that way. He was not afraid to defy the conservative majority when he thought their ideas were awry. For example, when I was ten, I heard him say that the blacks of South Africa should rise up in glorious revolution. Maybe Buckley did not use his fists, but he used his pen and his mouth and laid it on the line.
Today’s conservatives, however, never dare to speak, except to sound like blithering idiots whose mouths seem to emit not only words but also a breath that reeks of all the horse manure of all the fields of Mitch Mc Connel’s Kentucky. Although they believe that one must always be a very masculine man, they have a sort of “softened up” (Call this the gender analogue for “dumbed down”) definition of what it means to be a man. Being a man has nothing to do with courage. They know that one must not let a nasty attribute like courage prompt one to stand up to
Team Captain Donald the Duncey Trump. They know that a real man must always play ball with the other guys. Or is it playing patsy cake with the other girls.
Their “softened up” conception of manhood heeds virtues that are more important, and certainly more diplomatic, than courage. They uphold friendlier and frillier virtues, such as watching sports. They know that by sitting on a sofa watching ball games for four hours, and developing a soft fanny, a rounded body and full-blown man tits, makes them a convivial, squeezably adorable hunk of a little girl. (Oh, I meant to say guy) They will wear shorts with hems that are South of their kneecaps because they are as prim as Church Ladies who have the hots for Lindsay Graham.
They beat their chests and proclaim their fealty to American power and bellow that they will always stand up to America’s adversaries, and we all know they are lying through their teeth because they all know that Donald Trump is Putin’s poodle. Indeed, I remember reading an article, a couple or a few years ago, which quoted various Republican Congressman having a conversation about Trump. One of the Congressman said that Trump got sizable amounts of money from Russia (After all, American banks were loath to lend to Trump because the corporations he controls frequently declare bankruptcy), and Congressman Paul Ryan of Wisconsin admonished his GOP colleagues to keep mum about it and keep it “in the family.”
Since GOP Senators who talk like inveterate war hawks aid and abet
Trump’s Treason on behalf of Russia, they may implicitly or unconsciously agree with Trump when he says that our soldiers are suckers and losers. Since they profit from Trump’s duplicitous exaltation of our adversaries, they must think that people who fight our adversaries are the vestigial remains of another historical epoch, an epoch when men were still men.
No doubt trumps a sissy. Big fella needs to take better care of his health too, another classic sign of a sissy.