By now, everyone with a brain recognizes the main conflict this election year is the battle of the sexes. Which is not, however, between men and women but between real men and feminists of both genders. The division is embodied not only by the two presidential candidates — a tough guy who shrugged off an assassin’s bullet and an occluded crone. Naturally the man is a traditionalist Republican and the woman a leftwing Democrat, since each party has chosen its path — one, the restoration of American greatness, the other, the end of history.
The spiritual nature of the conflict hit me in Mass last Sunday during the Second Reading from St. Paul’s Letter to the Ephesians. The text (5:22-33) reads:
Wives, submit yourselves to your own husbands as you do to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the Church, His body, of which He is the Savior. Now as the Church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit to their husbands in everything. Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the Church … In this same way, husbands ought to love their wives as their own bodies. He who loves his wife loves himself.
Imagine my non-surprise when the lector totally skipped the wifely obligation and went straight to the husband’s. How convenient for women to get a free ride in matrimony while men bear all the responsibility. That this completely unbalances the marital dynamic and devalues the Christian moral means less to Church hierarchy than kowtowing to political correctness.
And we artists will do our part to appeal to the real men and traditional women ignored by the mainstream culture.
But, sadly, the Rock of Saint Peter has been showing some serious cracks under the current liberal Pope. Whose Argentine countryman — conservative President Javier Milei — once called a “filthy leftist” (they’ve since reconciled). Consequently, it’s as much up to the faithful to preserve Catholic tradition as it is for real men to save America.
Which brings us to this election. The presidential duel extends beyond the candidates to their spouses. Nothing exposes the unctuousness of the Democrat remora media than the treatment, or rather mistreatment, of former First Lady Melania Trump. During all of President Trump’s term, and the present race he’s leading in, there was not one single cover story of his classy, beautiful, actual supermodel wife in a mainstream publication. While they endlessly paraded glossy features on her plainer predecessor, Michelle Obama, and successor, Jill Biden.
Last week, the New York Times embarrassed itself with a photoshopped picture of Michelle Obama at the Democratic National Convention accompanied by vomitous prose. “Her most striking accessories were her exposed arms which had, during her time in the White House, become a symbol of her personal strength and thus a lightning rod for both criticism and praise.” (READ MORE from Lou Aguilar: Snow White and the Witches of Hollywoke)
But this was subtle compared to the desperate attempt to reconstruct Melania’s current rival for first spouse, Doug Emhoff, as a male role model.
It’s a task made harder by the general revulsion to a man subservient to his Boss Girl wife. “How can I help her get through her day so she can do her job, which is 24/7, 365?” Emhoff told Today. “A lot of what she does is public, but a lot of what she does is also very hard work behind the scenes. So, again, it’s how can I be helpful to her, make her day easier, take things off her plate around the house so she can fulfill these intense duties that she has?”
Talk about a full reversal to the lesson of St. Paul. No wonder young men are abandoning the Democratic party. Biden won the group by 15 points in 2020. Before he dropped out last month, Trump was winning them by 14 points, a 29-point swing to the Republicans, and not just of young white men. Even Democrat sentinel James Carville was sounding the alarm.
“It’s horrifying,” said Carville. “Our numbers among younger voters, particularly younger blacks and younger Latinos and whatever — younger people of color. Particularly males. We’re not shedding them. They’re leaving in droves.” It’s doubtful that the dimwitted Kamala Harris, her obsequious husband, and her Vice-Presidential nominee, Tim Walz, who imposed tampons in schoolboys’ bathroom, will draw young men back to the Democrats.
Most of them will prefer the new Three Musketeers — Donald Trump, who took a bullet to the head and stood up with raised fist; Elon Musk, the richest man in the world; and Robert F. Kennedy, Jr., who defied opprobrium from the Democrats and his own family to fight for his country.
And the Democratic media’s fear of them is palpable. On Sunday, The New Republic tweeted about Musk, “Behind all of Elon Musk’s bloviating and attention-seeking is a small man who is simply not good at anything.” Other than sending rockets to Mars, dominating the EV industry, and protecting free speech against international government wailing (Brazil, Venezuela, Britain, Europe). (READ MORE: The Sun Sets on Britain)
And we artists will do our part to appeal to the real men and traditional women ignored by the mainstream culture. One of the most gratifying passages I’ve read in recent literary criticism appeared in The Blaze’s review of my new detective novel, The Washington Trail, because it recognizes a point I’ve been writing about for years. The reviewer addressed my description of a female character’s entrance:
A stunning young woman swept in. Thick auburn hair fell on both sides of her emerald eyes, fine nose, and full pink lips. A peach cashmere sweater didn’t constrain her bosom, neither did the blue scotch-patterned skirt her curvaceous hips … She was carrying a small black purse.
“This, boys and girls, is what we used to call a femme fatale,” stated The Blaze critic. “You see, back before every woman was a special-forces-trained black belt capable of dispatching five grown men at once, members of the fairer sex had to rely on other methods of subduing their prey. Often that meant appealing to the dreaded ‘male gaze’.”
To be followed by the male vote in November.
Where have all the cool men, hot women, and non-woke storytelling gone? My timely new political thriller novel, The Washington Trail, about two DC private eyes, a femme-fatale, and a plot to end America in a volatile election year. Available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and wherever exciting mysteries are sold.
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