So, in the race for Texas Governor, it would seem as though the political party most commonly associated with the left side of the aisle has once again come up with that, “charismatic 15 minutes of fame for pulling some form of protest shtick,” candidate, without of course bothering to vet the true life story of said candidate. Going back just the past four years, we have Richard Blumenthal who remembers a trip to South East Asia that he not only never took, but that his true life’s story included a massively orchestrated effort and some political favors by well connected family friends to avoid having taken. That however is just a warm up act for the top two contenders in the fuzzy life story sweepstakes.
This is especially fun for me to point out to those who belong in the, “women are superior to men types,” so eagerly and constantly pointing out that if women ran the world, we’d have no problems because women are less contentious, more honest, more willing to listen, less egotistical, than men. Then we all got treated to that viral video of the left’s next darling, Elizabeth Warren who gave an eloquent while also moronic case for hard core Marxism. She got to where she was because she was able to tout herself as a Native American, a true recipient of the wondrous gift of Affirmative Action. The trouble of course is that she literally is the poster child for what, “white as a snow flake,” means, and stole that slot meant for an actual Native American who might otherwise have filled it were it not taken by Warren. Her defense once found to have been lying was that she actually believed some grand parent’s story that an earlier predecessor had been a member of a tribe from somewhere near Kansas City, and that she might have actually been one thirty-second Indian. Even if every word of her defense, thin gruel that it is, were true, we can call that, “myth busted.”
Now we get Wendy Davis. Her particular 15 minutes came about because she filibustered a done deal vote in the Texas Senate, not having sufficient numbers of her own party win elections to do a darned thing about what it was that she wished to oppose. I am not going to fault her for that. If it were those of us on the other side of an issue, we’d be cheering on who ever it was that filibustered, and indeed many of us have. Rand Paul and Ted Cruz come to mind. I just do not believe that this one action in and of itself qualifies one for the Governorship of a State. Such is the state of the Texas Democrat party though, clinging to any ray of hope, no matter how thin that light seems to be. Davis, in case you haven’t figured it out yet is a sacrificial lamb, put there because she was dumb enough to take this beating for her party, and because the Democrats in general do not wish to have a State where they don’t even bother running a candidate.
A couple of months ago, I read some article at Slate where one of the Democrat Apparatchiks was boasting that they had turned Texas purple, and were working feverishly on blue. They pointed to Wendy Davis as that up and comer who was making all of this possible. (Quit laughing, there’s more to this than Ms. Davis’ boobs, which as we’ll see later on, are what got her those spiffy Harvard degrees.) I partially believed the whole purple thing then, and I can still see it somewhat now. Not because of Wendy Davis, who is what she is, but because of the droves of former Californians who are fleeing the State that they voted into malaise, and looking for work in Texas, which is suddenly in ample supply because Texas had the good sense to be Red for a while now. The problem for the Democrats is that the true narrative of why Texas might have a sudden shift to purplish in election night hue does not exactly paint a complimentary picture of their politics. They need their story spruced up a bit, which is why Wendy Davis was suddenly touted as their darling.
Wendy claimed to be a victim of all things unfair to our young urban youths, who somehow overcame her obstacles and make good for herself, and a family. She threw off the chains of oppression forced upon her by an unfeeling and uncaring society, at least according to the way that she told it, and made it all the way to a Harvard Undergrad, and Law Degree. The truth of her situation, while technically didn’t quite rise to the level of making her a flat out liar, has at least raised some eyebrows and will doubtless be the subject of late night comedic monologues for weeks to come. She had help, not from the state, but from a sucker, whom she convinced to take that matrimonial plunge with her. She let him have the privilege of babysitting her children, and paying in full her tuition, room, and board, while she matriculated a couple of thousand miles away. The day that he wrote the last check for her bills, she gave him the good old, “we’ve grown apart,” speech. She must have looked simply stunning in a bikini for her former husband to have been that stupid, and looking at her wearing that bikini would be my guess as to the full extent of marital satisfaction received for his money.
I can’t help but feel that there is something deeper here though. There must be some other lesson that I can take from all of this. I’ve heard this theme a lot recently, that Democrats go for the jugular, and Republicans are prone to writing strongly worded letters. We on the political right hold truth to be an objective thing, and absolute, while the political left seems to feel that truth is itself a subjective sort of phenomenon, and one that can differ for each and every person alive. You see, if Wendy Davis believes that she is something other than a gold digging prostitute who found a freakishly gullible sugar daddy with more money than brains, who are we to see it other wise? Don’t point any of this out to Wendy however, she’ll demand that some paraplegic walk a mile in her shoes. That’s what you might call the morally superior toleration of the political left.
Without diminishing Wendy Davis’ adversity, which she did over come, (even if it were by a method that you wish the angels of Karma would force the progenitor of to wear some sort of sign around their neck for utilizing,) it should be noted that Greg Abbott also had to overcome adversity in his life. He after all went on to become a Supreme Court Justice in Texas, and the Attorney General of that State after he lost the use of his legs. Somehow, I believe that Abbott would be willing to trade shoes for that mile walk of Wendy’s. (A wheelchair bound bikini wearing babe might not have been able to sucker such a wealthy sugar daddy, capable of sending her to matriculate in Boston.) I have yet to read a single article however about how Greg Abbott has utilized his handicap as a campaign device.
The reason for this is simple. For those of us on the right, we seek to sway opinion through battle in the arena of ideas. Our weapons are fact, logic, debate, evidence, and thought. For those who live life on the left, they seek to sway opinion through spin, narrative, emotion, envy, and fear. Enter the candidacies of Wendy Davis, Elizabeth Warren, and Richard Blumenthal, nothing if not consistent with the values of those whom they represent.
