Watching the inauguration this week was both terrifying and exhilarating. We fought so hard for this win; this baby step in the direction of taking back OUR country, OUR pride, OUR freedom and here was the physical culmination of all of that effort… but the other side, they do not play fair, as we all know. I waited, heart pounding, for the crack of a sniper’s shot or for some apocalyptic boom followed by a black screen…
But none of those things happened. We won the battle. He is officially OUR President. I actually shed a few quiet hidden tears of pride and relief.
And then the protests caught my eye. These “peacefully assembled” masses with their poles for smashing windows and MAGA adorned skulls. These “upstanding citizens” with their fists for sucker punching and their bravado for shoving the Alt-Right’s own sweetheart. My joy at our triumph was tainted. The hatred and vitriol was astounding. They screamed out their mantra, ” NO TRUMP! NO KKK! NO FASCIST USA!” protesting with fervor the “hate” that had seized their government, all the while actively displaying more hatred and violence than I have seen in my entire lifetime within my own beloved country.
But we had still won. That very day, MY President signed the required papers placing Mad Dog over our boys, instantaneously re-inserting the backbone into our military.
Then came the “Women’s March”.
*Excuse me while I vomit.
*Again.
I was and still am so very very ashamed of my gender. I’ve spent all of my adult life in such a state, but to see thousands and thousands of women all making complete idiots of themselves in such a public manner… it fills me with gall. What were they standing up for? Their reproductive rights? You can still reproduce, girls. President Trump has not put a ban on babies. You simply may not be able to get away with telling those white devil men that they must keep their laws out of your uteruses while simultaneously demanding that they fund your abortions through their hard-earned tax dollars. You might have to pay for your own murdered fetuses. Was it maybe their exalted Equality that they were demonstrating for? Equal rights like the right to win the overwhelming majority of custody battles in court, despite the fact that they no longer believe in actually nurturing and raising their children, which takes all of the logic out of that statistic?
When did it happen that women became the enemy? I think I was so preoccupied with creating and caring for my children and my husband that I must have missed it. I feels like I woke up one morning to send my last baby off to school and suddenly all the ladies had disappeared. What’s worse, they were replaced by these “nasty women”, these sexually free, financially independent, narcissistic, child abandoning abominations. I’ll have to write an entirely separate piece on the fall of the classy broad, it deserves its own rage filled rant.
The detrimental results of these vagina hat wearing harpies are what have set me reluctantly slouched over my keyboard today. You see, I pride myself on living the life of a traditional, respectable lady. I am a wife, a mother, a homemaker. My husband has a hot, homemade meal waiting on him when he arrives home from work every day. My children say “yes sir” and “no ma’am” and “please and thank you”. It never occurred to me that I needed to go out and establish a career… I had one. I am a very successful woman.
But I feel like I am the only one.
These others, these “nasty women”, they are the ones screaming their message of hatred toward all straight white males from the rooftops. Their message of disgust and abuse was the one that the world heard and adhered to. Their ridicule of white males in western civilization is and has been the accepted norm for longer than I am even aware. I didn’t see this coming. They have turned “white” into an insult, demanded more and more “sensitivity” from our boys until “metrosexual” happened and then simply faded into normality. They’ve turned being attracted to women into a form of bigotry and patriotism into hate speech. There’s a phrase that I keep hearing from my husband, and it seems applicable here:
“When minorities get angry, they riot. When white men get angry, continents burn.”
I am witnessing, here in my home, with my husband and my sons the stoking of that anger. When my sons whom I raised to be color blind and open hearted (I am only recently red-pilled, please bear with me) are attacked for being “cis white male scum” by their “minority” bisexual female friends, it knocks a crack into the foundation of chivalry upon which I’ve raised them thus far. These monstrous befoulers of femininity have made me out to be a hypocrite. I adhere to the old rules when molding my children to go out into the world: the golden rule, respect your elders, never hit girls… you know, common southern honor. But how do I enforce these rules when a trans girl runs up and kicks my son squarely in the testicles because she, “felt like it”? What wisdom from days of old can I give him to handle a situation like that? How can I expect them to open car doors for their female friends when doing so is seen as belittling instead of the expression of honor that it is meant to be? How can I even justify these old rules of chivalry to them when the vast majority of women in today’s culture are completely undeserving of the respect chivalry gives?
I married the strongest, most powerful man I have ever met. I fell in awe of him within minutes of our first spoken interaction. I instantly recognized a valor that I had never seen in a man before, not even in my own father. I knew deep in my very young female heart that this was a man who would commit violence to protect my honor. I realized in that moment that I had never truly felt safe until I met him.
I have spent my life since trying desperately to be deserving of his power and protection.
But last night, while reading the coverage of that horrendous women’s march and inevitably discussing the long and bloodied road that led white women to this place in history, my wonderful, chivalrous, honorable husband made a convincing case for a man to rightfully strike a woman.
I was completely devastated. I felt betrayed. My glorious magical carpet of Old World Honor had been ripped unceremoniously from beneath me. The worst part was, everything that he said made sense. I wanted to scream and fight and convince him that he was wrong… but he wasn’t. Feminism has stolen our protection from us. It has stolen our right to claim that,” you can’t hit me. I’m a GIRL!”. Men are struck physically by women, in anger, every single day. They are beaten down mentally by their female friends, by their sisters and yes, even by their mothers. They are abandoned very shortly after their birth, expected to grow into “sensitive” creatures without any nurturing, and then berated as “idiots” for the crime of being male.
I’m afraid that we women are finally facing the consequences of these crimes against the stronger gender. Their wrath is starting to bubble up to the surface and our condescension has become our downfall. We lived for centuries under their protection and enjoyed a mutually beneficial relationship based on respect and I’ll say it again, honor. But we reneged on our side of the deal. We no longer care for our men or our sons, we don’t have time for it in the pursuit of the all-important Me Time. We no longer have gratitude for the benefits chivalry offers us, they OWE us that, we’re WOMEN! We can no longer even summon up a modicum of respect for them, they’re just dumb men, after all.
They have reached their limit with us, ladies. The men are angry, and we cannot fault them for it. We earned this ire.
Last night I watched chivalry die, and I am left heartbroken and afraid.
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