At the end of the last post, Strength Through Fear, I mentioned a prevailing thought among a certain kind of MAGA man. The low slouching kind, one who drools and whose knuckles scrape ground.
That poor dope thinks that for a woman to have exceled, to have reached prominence, she needed to have slept her way to the height.
Such insults every woman and offends any male who knows better but also knows he may be grouped among the belly scratchers. There’s a rumor circulating we all act alike. Continue reading Dispiriting the Right