The Sad Fate of Democrat Women
It's always a little galling (not to mention hilarious) for those of us on the right to reflect that the Democratic Party — the party of slavery, Jim Crow, segregation, and family-destroying social programs — the party of Detroit, New Orleans, Newark, and Baltimore — the party that facilitates a black abortion rate that would bring a smile to the face of Planned Parenthood's genocidally racist founder — has somehow managed to sell itself to African Americans as the friend of black people!
But it's beginning to be equally galling (and equally comic) to reflect that the Democrats have also contrived to present themselves as the party of women.
This is the party whose most powerful senator left his probable mistress to drown after a car accident; the party whose most popular living president is a serial philanderer and accused rapist; the party whose most prominent woman rose to that prominence by virtue of her stand-by-your-man loyalty to a louse; and now the party of Anthony Weiner and Eliot Spitzer, two men who have humiliated their wives with truly creepy behavior and yet seek to continue their political careers regardless.
We all make mistakes and it's not that the GOP hasn't got its share of sexual shenanigans, but the Republican establishment doesn't routinely make excuses for its recidivist miscreants or make icons of their victimized spouses. The Dems...? They seem to think their political agenda somehow excuses their personal behavior. I joked on the Ricochet podcast last week that the party's new slogan should be, "Women -- We Treat You Like Dirt, But At Least You Can Kill Your Unborn Children!"