What is with the Democrats and their insistence on throwing a spotlight on their embarrassing weakness? We haven’t seen such impotence since the last time a Lincoln Project staffer found out that his date had a driver’s license.
While it’s nearly certain that individual Democrats can’t perform as men – spare a moment to pity Fang Fang and the personal cost of her dedication to her country – the party itself is likewise unable to perform as a party. They keep losing, yet they keep publicizing their losses as if their failures were great successes and their defeats were incredible victories. Their problem is that you can’t lose your way to glory. A conquering Roman consul would ride in his triumph with a slave whispering in his ear, “Momento mori” to keep him humble; the Democrats should have interns whispering in their ears, “You suck. Just shut up.”
They keep losing. Typically, repeated failures would bring shame and humiliation, but of course, those are part of the kink. Lefties revel in them. They are celebrating their own impotence, guided by the same consultants who pocketed $20 million to explain to the donkeys that the way to win back normal men was to send them fat chicks as brand ambassadors and harangue them about the patriarchy and creative pronoun usage. When you screw up, you take time off to regroup. You don’t broadcast it to the world as if you’re proud of it. Except that’s what the Democrats are doing. What they’re doing is mortifying to us because we’re normal, but it’s their new normal. It’s all failure theater, and their names are above the title.
Take a look at what the Democrats did in Texas. The Party of Sir Robin bravely ran away – Greg Abbott promised to redistrict, and they turned their tails and fled. Hilariously, as they cowered under the massive shadow cast by Illinois Governor/kaiju J.B. Pritzker, they played it off as if they were defending the Alamo from the Mexicans, though the Democrats today would have surrendered to Santa Ana after he subjected them to a withering land acknowledgment. Instead of just being quiet, they turned the bombast and braggadocio up to 11 and looked ridiculous. It doesn’t make much sense to demand that your enemies “Come and take it,” but only if they can catch you before you get to Chicago.
The Texas Dems gleefully and publicly channeled the wrong Crockett – Jasmine, not Davey – yet somehow thought they looked awesome. “We’re fighting for democracy,”they announced from the Windy City, much like the French claimed to be resisting the Nazis from Vichy. There were high-fives all around, but outside their bubble, normal people looked at them like they were insane. It was obvious they ran away because they were going to lose, and it was obvious how this was all going to end – and it wasn’t with a trophy. It was like being at a blackjack table and shouting, “Take that!” when dealta 16 with the dealer showing a king.
You would think they’d have the dignity to just shut their stinkin’ traps, but we were subjected to the spectacle of them barging in front of every available camera and hopping on every social media platform to brag about how they had retreated in the face of defeat. Greg Abbott and Kenny Paxton (who is holding out the possibility that Texas will get another based Senator next year when he primaries Gun Control Cornyn), being men and potent ones at that, were having none of it. They were fully prepared to throw these doofuses in Brownsville if they didn’t get their booties back to the Lone Star State to do their job. And lo and behold, the brave braves of bravery folded like a house of cards. They’ll be coming back with their tails between their legs – I’m assuming that felonious funder and furry Beto O’Rourke will provide them with fur suits, as dressing like cartoon fetish animals would be the only possible way to increase their humiliation.
Look, everybody loses once in a while. It’s just reality. It’s a statistical inevitability that you’re going to fail sometimes. The point here isn’t that they’ve lost some recent political battles, though it does solidify their status as total losers. The point is that they’re not ashamed of it. They revel in it. They’re proud of it. But they are not like they’re the captain of the Titanic going down with the ship. They are more like the captain of the Titanic tossing a couple of urchins overboard to get a seat on the lifeboat than expecting kudos for his/her/their/xir courage during an interview on ”Good Morning, America.”
The memo from the Democrat consultants has gone out, and now we are seeing this more and more. It’s utterly mortifying. How many times have we watched social media videos where three or four of their backbenchers show up at an ICE facility to pound on the door and demand oversight, only to be brutally rejected by some GS-3 who slams it in their faces? They immediately do a stand-up in front of their 23-year-old comms director with her iPhone while they hold those little lapel mics in their hands like some Instagram influencer unboxing a Funko Pop for her 2 million incel followers. They whine and complain that they showed up and got turned away with nothing, and we’re supposed to feel…what? Pride? How about contempt? They have been dissed and dismissed, their alleged power scoffed at, their purported authority mocked, and they don’t even have the sense to be embarrassed. Instead, they broadcast it to the world: “Hey, look, everybody, we totally failed again. Celebrate us!"
And what about Corey Booker down on the floor of the Senate for hours doing his Spartacus thing while no one watches and no one cares? At least the real Spartacus defeated a few Roman legions here and there; Booker keeps getting feated by Trump. Sure, Cory is dumb – not Mazie Hirono dumb, but still dumb – yet this is a whole different level of stupid. It’s the same with his comrades. Do they not understand that normal people are laughing at them? Apparently not. Their consultants are telling them this is awesome. These are the same consultants who told Dem pols they needed to get on the “Defund the police,” “Trump is literally Hitler,” and “Castrate the kiddies” bandwagons. Until some rebel consultant comes up with the idea of telling his Democrat clients to try just being normal for once, we’re going to see a lot more Oscar-worthy performances from these failure thespians.
But then, what more can they do than try (and fail) to lose with dignity? The Democrats are in a very tough position. They don’t have the House, they don’t have the Senate, they don’t have the Supreme Court, and they certainly don’t have the presidency. They’ve got nothing, or almost nothing. They do have the regime media, but that’s a two-edged sword because that makes it possible for them to publicize their endless series of last stands that don’t involve actually making a stand and are never the last. It’s the worst of all possible worlds. They keep losing, but they have a giant publicity machine that trumpets their failures to the world.
So, the Democrats are stuck. With no chance of exercising power, they have no option but exercising powerlessness. The act of doing something, anything, may make them feel slightly better for a little while, but what it’s impressing upon the minds of Americans is that these folks are feckless. This is a self-licking ice cream cone of losing, and we should encourage them to slurp it up. After all, we have the 2026 midterms coming up, and their endless examples of their pathetic impotence will lead to electile dysfunction.
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