Hate in the Time of Tantrums

We’re living in a time of tantrums right now.  Liberals, progressives, and soi-disant social justice warriors are acting out everywhere from Harvard to the Hollywood Freeway that was blocked near my house last night by demonstrators waving signs reading “Love Trumps Hate,” as they chanted “F… Trump!” over the din of the traffic.


And speaking of Hollywood, emblematic of the reaction hereabouts is a letter written by Oscar-winning screenwriter Aaron Sorkin immediately after the “worst election ever” to his daughter and ex-wife (patriarchally addressed as “Sorkin Girls) and published in, where else, Vanity Fair.  It’s the usual screed about Donald Trump’s supposedly horrid sexism and racism authored, without shame, by a man who was arrested for drugs, including crack cocaine from which he was supposedly cured, on a solo trip to Vegas when the daughter he acts as if he is so concerned with in the letter was a one-year-old. His ex-wife, the one addressed in the letter, divorced him shortly thereafter. He was also apparently patronizing $1000 hookers at a pace that would leave Eliot Spitzer in the dust.

But that’s only the glamor version of the mind-numbing hypocrisy with which we are being currently inundated.

If you wander through Facebook—you probably shouldn’t—you will find endless fiftyish women whinging until they expire with the vapors about how their daughters are terrified to go out because Donald Trump was caught bragging about grabbing a woman’s you-know-what.  These same women said nary a word when Bill Clinton didn’t brag at all, but stuck an actual cigar in the pudendum of the twenty-two-year old Monica Lewinsky as they stood in a corridor outside the oval office.  Nor did these same women so much as utter a peep when Hillary Clinton ludicrously declared her husband’s repulsively macho behavior with a young White House intern to be a result of the “Great Right-Wing Conspiracy.”  Well, I suppose if Uri Geller can bend spoons…


And speaking of ludicrous, according to the Daily Mail, New Balance shoe owners are lighting them afire after the company “expressed support” for Donald Trump. Why don’t these great progressives donate the sneaks to the needy?  (As always with the DM, do not miss the comments.)

So this is a time to keep cool.  The reverberations from that shock of stocks—Donald Trump’s winning the presidency—are probably going to be with us for awhile and may get a lot worse, even turn more violent than they already have been (minor incidents, unless you’re a dog).

Ironically, the more calm and collected Trump is, the more presidential he behaves—which he has pretty much done so far, today contacting Theresa May to revive the Reagan-Thatcher “special relationship“— the more likely these children are to escalate their hateful activities.  They are trying to get a rise out of Donald, get him to react and prove their point, but it is probably too late. He’s won already and holds the whip hand (more of that in a moment).  This may actually cause them to go postal. Merry Christmas may not be so merry this year even if you are now allowed to say the words out loud without having to resort to some absurd PC euphemism about seasonal felicitations and isn’t it too bad because we will no longer see snow storms because of climate change (this usually while a blizzard is taking place).


So, again, keep calm when all others are losing theirs.  It’s that whip hand that should help you do that.  Remember—at this moment Donald holds all the cards.  The Democrats—though they despise him more than Himmler, if they even recall who that was—have to shut up.  Trump could give a wink and a nod to his new attorney general—Rudy G. or whoever it is—and some very uncomfortable investigations would take place that could send the Clintons, possibly even Obama, who knows where this ends up, to prison.   It would certainly wreak havoc with Obama’s blessed legacy.

Now I don’t think Donald should do that.  As much evidence as there might be, a frighteningly large number of people in this country will never believe it, no matter what it is.  We might have more on our hands than any sane person would want to deal with.

But Trump doesn’t have to go there yet.  He holds that whip hand.  He can stand and wait…. and wait. Let them wonder what he’s going to do. If Obama wants to pardon Hillary in advance, so be it.  That will tell the story by itself.  No more will be needed.

The strength is on our side.  So endure “Hate in the Time of Tantrums.”  Be grateful it’s not Love in the Time of Cholera. Everything is going in the right direction, figuratively and literally.  (Well, not quite everything, as it seems as if I’m going to have find a new online food delivery service.  Fortunately, there are plenty.)


I will end with a special shout out to American Thinker’s Thomas Lifson for awarding me the silver medal for this year’s punditry.  (Who knew?)  I’ve been working on my cartooning.  Next year it’s the gold.

Roger L. Simon is an award-winning novelist, Academy Award-nominated screenwriter and co-founder of PJ Media.  His latest book is I Know Best:  How Moral Narcissism Is Destroying Our Republic, If  It Hasn’t Already.

(Artwork created using multiple Shutterstock.com elements.)


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