Weak Tea
I don’t often find myself asking AI about the behavior of men who might be insecure about their masculinity. (How’s that for an opening sentence?) However, I just couldn’t help myself when I began to add up the white house squatter’s unseemly excitement at the sight of a cageful of men beating each other unconscious as a form of entertainment, his arousal at the thought of obliterating the people of Iran, his breathless anticipation of punishing Cuba, and his chest thumping over bombing innocent fisherman and making certain they were totally finished off when they had the temerity to hang onto life by clinging to the bottoms of their upturned and splintered dinghies. Hence, the question.
AI, which, unlike the faux king president/emperor, reads and retains everything, had the following to say: “Insecure masculinity refers to feelings of inadequacy stemming from a perceived failure to meet societal standards of traditional manhood. It often manifests as overcompensation—such as aggressive behavior, extreme competitiveness, rigid gender roles, or performative bravado—as men attempt to hide their fears of not appearing ‘manly’.”
In the orange guy’s case, shall we say…”On steroids!!!” The definition continues with phrases like “Flaunting status symbols, boasting about physical strength, or engaging in reckless behavior in order to project confidence.”
In other words, the entire world is suffering because the Weak Tea in the oval office is worried that his T is weak. (To illustrate the right’s obsession with this letter and the hormone/anabolic steroid it represents: In the Texas Senate race, the Republican “brain” trust created and sponsored an ad declaring that Talarico was “too low-T for Texas”. They constantly refer to the Democratic candidate as “Low-T Talarico”. Another of their unbelievably tasteless ads shows Talarico wearing a dress and singing a pro-trans version of “My Favorite Things”. And there’s more).
Thus it is that the white house version of a blow up balloon obsesses about others who project a violent and aggressive image of masculinity and seems to think he can achieve it by establishing himself as an elevated fan-boy among his favorite touchstones of masculinity and eventually claim manliness through propinquity.
In doing so, of course, he is also desperately trying to divert our attention away from the world-wide disasters he is both creating and exacerbating every day, and focus it on his own version of Bread and Circuses, originally presented by equally crazed Roman Emperors (the real ones). Sadly, as the total amount of “bread” continues to diminish for us normal people, circuses can still draw our gaze. Consider the sickness of spending over 60 million dollars to build a closed cage in front of our White House so that men can beat each other senseless for the entertainment of a googly-eyed president and handpicked, screaming, fans.
These matches are particularly cruel. According to the rules of the UFC: “The matches continue until a fighter taps out (before he loses consciousness from a choke or lock hold or repeated kicks and bloodying punches), or a TKO is declared as the referee stops the fight because a fighter is unable to defend himself, or is knocked out.”
It is bloody and brutal and, since the matches take place in a cage, also lacking any opportunity to escape. The hungry look on the white house pretender’s face, watching this brutality, and purring like a petted cat standing in the shadow of UFC CEO and President, Dana White, says everything we need to know about him. He is frightened by his own weakness and will do anything to build a huckster’s image to convince us otherwise.
But we know. And we will defeat him, standing like the crowd in DC watching his name being peeled off the Kennedy Center, letter by painful letter. It was such a display of disrespect, the drape covering its loss is still up. Now, that’s what I call a wonderfully brutal victory! And not a punch was thrown, except by the courts.
A Hotbed of Cold Feet
There is more evidence every day that this regime is waging an unrelenting war on science. Vaccine expert Peter Hotez of Baylor College of Medicine theorizes that MAGA has a larger goal—to replace academic research with “pseudoscience and grift”.
Specifically through the Office of Management and the Budget, and its unqualified, but obedient, boss, Russell Vought, this regime has officially declared that all applications for grants will be rejected if they are judged to “fund, promote, encourage, subsidize or facilitate…diversity, equity and inclusion” or “gender ideology” which includes any evidence of belief that there are more than two sexes (you know, the ones God created).
Because of this, many are criticizing scientific organizations, academic medical centers, research universities, professional societies and National Academies for not fighting back. But, have you ever been a part of any of these beleaguered institutions? Fighting back is not in their DNA. Infighting yes, defense, no. One wag, many years ago, referred to academic institutions as a “hotbed of cold feet”, an apt description. The phrase expanded in usage after Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher used it to describe the British Foreign Office.
The UFC it ain’t. Expecting pushback or any war-like response from these research institutions is like looking in the refrigerator for hot tamales. Thus it falls to us, as always, to stand up for science, for research, for freedom in the search for solutions to America’s and the world’s most pressing health problems.
Never before in all my years have I seen protestors carrying signs to protect science! Or the rule of law! As Joni told us, “You don’t know what you got til it’s gone”. Now we wake, a slumbering giant, to take it all back. Believe me, those feet don’t stay cold forever. Veritas vincit.
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