[With the coming political fight between Trump, a sort of Progressive Republican, on the one hand, and Bernie/Hillary, hard Left and corrupt, on the other, we need to recognize that the real war in the next few years isn’t at the national political level but, instead, is the fight on the ground, with the culture war. It was Andrew Breitbart who said that politics isn’t upstream of culture but is downstream from it. Conservatives can’t win when our young people have been educated with our tax dollars to hate the First Amendment, love communism, and think gender is negotiable. I’m therefore re-posting my gender parable, which got sort of lost with Trump’s victory, and which I think speaks to the real battles we face.]
After reading David French’s Small Acts of Cowardice Are Destroying Our Culture, I realized that it’s time to update Hans Christian Andersen’s The Emperor’s New Clothes:
Once upon a time, there was an Emperor who loved clothes. He loved them so much that his subjects openly acknowledged that their Emperor was a true metrosexual — not that there’s anything wrong with that. They were almost proud of the fact that he spent a ridiculous amount of money, mostly culled from taxes, staying ahead of the trends. One week it was skinny jeans. The next week it was jeggings. After that, it was a man bun. The beard came and went. He’d gone from the military camo look to the preppie in pink look. There was always some new style to follow, so much so that the courtiers, when the Emperor wasn’t available, wouldn’t politely say, “The Emperor is meeting with his council.” Instead, no matter where he actually was, you could pretty safely say, “The Emperor is with his stylist.”
Still, despite the endless fashion nuances he pursued, the Emperor felt he was missing something. There’s only so much you can do with a man bun and jeggings. Eventually, you’ve tattooed every inch of skin, both exposed and hidden . . . so what’s left?