Is The Left Over?

Mainstream news journalists — by which I mean that collection of Democrats employed by large corporations to push the sort of big government that prevents small corporations from competing with them — have been breathlessly speculating that the recent “Women’s Marches” around the country may be the beginning of a movement. The marches, funded in part by anti-American globalist billionaire George Soros, called forth such headlines as “Cathartic Moment or Enduring Movement” and “Women’s March Activists… Seek To Build a Movement.”

No one knows the future, of course, but I can’t help wondering if the marches, large as they were, were not rather the end of a movement, a fond farewell to an amalgam of obsolete leftist causes that either never had a reason to exist in the first place or have lost whatever reason they might once have had.

If leftism is dead, the speech delivered by actress Ashley Judd in Washington, D.C., may well serve as its eulogy.

Judd said her speech was written by a 19-year-old. That would make sense. Because, coming out of the mouth of a grown-up, it was just embarrassing.

“I am a nasty woman,” it began, in a reference to Donald Trump’s quite accurate description of Hillary Clinton. “I’m as nasty as a man who looks like he bathes in Cheetos dust.” Right off the bat, the speech delivered the sort of hypocritical irony that has now become the left’s trademark. They will demonstrate that insulting them is wrong by insulting you, as they will prove that “Love Trumps Hate” by punching you in the face if you disagree with them, setting immigrant businesses on fire, and breaking the windows of law-abiding stores. A movement that pretends to seek power for the oppressed really only seeks to become powerful in order to oppress their opponents.

The speech continues: “Blacks are still in shackles and graves, just for being black. Slavery has been reinterpreted as the prison system in front of people who see melanin as animal skin. I am not as nasty as a swastika painted on a pride flag, and I didn’t know devils could be resurrected but I feel Hitler in these streets. A mustache traded for a toupee. Nazis renamed the Cabinet Electoral Conversion Therapy, the new gas chambers shaming the gay out of America, turning rainbows into suicide.”

Another trademark of a dying movement is moral hyperbole geared toward keeping obsolete grudges and complaints alive. There is no one in prison in America for being black. People go to prison for committing violent crimes. The fact that blacks commit a disproportionate number of those crimes may be explained in any number of ways, but it’s pure fantasy to claim (as Barack Obama so often did) that systemic, institutional racism continues to exist. Individual racism and moments of injustice, like many despicable things, will be with us always. But the very success of the civil rights movement in purging our institutions of injustice is the reason the modern civil rights movement is nothing but a collection of corrupt race gamers and Democrat hacks. The good work is done.

As for comparing the occasional disapproval of homosexuality with the industrial slaughter of Jews in Nazi Germany … a movement that depends on historical and moral ignorance will ultimately be exposed as fraudulent even when we have a mainstream press that depends on historical and moral ignorance.

And finally, there’s this: “I am nasty like my bloodstains on my bed sheets. We don’t actually choose if and when to have our periods. Believe me if we could some of us would. We do not like throwing away our favorite pairs of underpants.”

This may be at the heart of the left’s dissolution. In the end, it has become a protest against reality: the reality of gender differences, the reality of evil, the reality of human life in the womb and more. “We are not here to be debunked,” Miss Judd went on. “We are here to be respected. We are here to be nasty.” But in a real world where real women in Muslim countries are being treated with heartbreaking brutality, a millionaire American actress acting out her imaginary sense of victimhood may be all that’s left of the left.