Something I saw on another person’s blog. A woman that had responded to my most recent article I posted on my own has made me see something that I never expected to. The woman handwritten her own post completely independent of my own to other women who were addressed in the manner of intimate confidants expressing her heartsick regret that she could not in all conscience vote for Hillary as President. It dawned on me that given this woman’s age and cultural orientation she had been taught most probably in her education that Clinton was exemplary as a role model to be followed. And now a right wing baby boomer alpha male was leading the charge to defame someone who was most probably one of her personal role models bringing to light so many unthinkable grievances that cast her idol in the light of a villain. Worse yet the whole scenario had cast the credibility of women in general back to that stone age of the 19th century where their sentiments based on earnest intuition had colored their judgment making them seem like unreliable weak vessels. The appearance of the whole situation intimating much to many Liberal female’s horror that they did not possess the dispassionate reliable common sense about poetics that men have always claimed was their exclusive territory. For many of these women what was to have been a affirmation of the potency of women in having one of their own as President of the most powerful nation in the world has descended into an ongoing nightmare that has damaged their own sense of themselves. Naturally, they are now even more angry at males. Especially those women that have been taught to abhor them in their most unadulterated unsullied state of maleness. A single, “I told you so!”, potentially able to cancel the possibility of the ‘reward’ of sex for months or become the final deal breaker for the unceremonious conclusion on yet another unsatisfying relationship.
And at the root of all this one might ask any of them following the sophistry of the official narrative? A lying skunk of a man that had betrayed his wife on the international stage with an out of wedlock affair at the office with a lowly female page. The same office that was located one floor down from where they very publicly lived. Of course in point of the verifiable facts this hardly described the true personalities of all persons involved. But given the general appearance of a classic scenario what so many younger had been taught was regretfully always lurking in that dangerous mix of the masculine, sexual betrayal. How odd that the sexual revolution of the nineteen sixties with the birth control pill had loosed the lurking beast of patent infidelity. Where women of decades past were rightfully due the security of a good and stable provider that was ever faithful to the bond of family. Now the insatiably sex hound was released from the inner depths to prowl on the sly. Thus the politics of Feminism became attractive to many women along with what seemed the too plausible possibility that the man would at some point betray them and they would have to seek their own independent livelihood by themselves. How many young women and men have grown up raised under the cloud of that self-fulfilling prophecy over subsequent decades? The so called Liberal milestone of individual self discovery through independence ultimately poisoning the any possibility of assuming stability in the most fundamental of human relations playing on the worst fear harbored by the female of the species in being unceremoniously abandoned. Hillary was supposed to be an example of the new independent ever confident modern woman who had made her bones through rising above personal humiliation in that regard to go on to receive the ultimate reward of the confidence of a nation. Instead she has been irrevocably tied to what to them appears to be a cross and thorny crown of well-deserved scorn for seemingly unending categories of deceit and villainous behavior that casts her as seemingly the worst example of her sex. And evidently, like all women everywhere, left with only the option of putting on a brave front before the public as the castigation of a long repressed male viewpoint tears at her like a pack of hungry wolves. Her obvious debilitating health issues gaining her no respite from intense daily criticism. How classic a character could their be in terms of women oriented fiction?
Of course as a male closest in experience to what was once termed to old shoal of that now hated duopoly of man and wife as crafted in the nineteen-fifties, I see only a scurrilous duo of two elitist scammers that have bilked every institution in sight for whatever it was worth. With no significant other in attendance to warn me off from such conclusions with he ever-present invocation of, “If you love me you will . . . “, I ruthlessly tread upon the aforementioned tender sentiments of middle passage Feminists and their millennial Prometheus female offspring! Once again the women are threatened with the age old caveman attitude coming back into coin of, “Shut up you don’t know what the Hell you are talking about!.” How demoralizing this must be for all parties? Without warming the ever simmering pot of the ingredients for geopolitical movements favoring conspiratorial conclusions the subsequent age ushered in by that brief era of a fatally fated King Arthur’s Camelot is looking more like another disastrously false Utopia that may well condemn the entire society to dissolution and usher in other diametrical foreign customs and world views that find women so much worse off as being yet once again, part of the spoils of the conquered civilization. Despite so many efforts to defeat the constraints of biology with the promise of enlightenment through technology it appears that it has all just been another analogous ‘City by the Sea’ ala Edgar Allen Poe. Women are once again in danger of defaulting to customary objectification as a commodity in potentially an even worse station as the alienation created by this failed era has left them on their own. Their male children gelded through a single gender focused social animal husbandry of the fundamental connection of a classic male and female. The few available males left more emotionally sympathetic to the instincts of these potential foreign invaders in finding a sense of vindication for their inner desire for righteous payback enacted for the slight of being demeaned by the official policies of enlightened womanhood for so long. The sense of fear and despair and for many anger that this conclusion must generate being truly epic. A tale of tragedy on a monumental almost biblical scale.
I would imagine that come November there will be some form of cataclysm. So many would be happy to elect Hillary even if she was a corpse to save what little sense of self worth that their broken confidences have been left with. A dominate Neanderthal male cut format he cloth of the past will no doubt dominate the White House once again! Whether in body or in spirit. Men as usual will be pushed further from an ability to understand or respect these sentiments. The politically corrected institutions proclaiming the notion of properly defined traits of female and male will further dissolve into the sand like castles washed away by the waves of the sea. The small elite of perpetual instigators will get their pound of flesh. So many women will have thrown in the towel on the possibility of a Mr. Right plagued by the possibility of being guilty through their own selfish complicity in bringing about their own romantic demise. And all will descend into another dark age of spiritual repression bereft of the possibility of real love. Possibly condemned to an exile providing only the solace of romantic, novels, chocolate and legions of cats? All this due to what should have been by rights for many a simple Presidential election.