Sexual PoliticsRead the whole thing there.
by Steve Sailer
October 12, 2016
Late last week, the respectable media was shocked, shocked to discover that Donald Trump is a horndog of almost the same caliber as his golf buddy Bill Clinton.
One advantage of being old is that current events become more amusing the more of the past you’ve endured. For example, the sanctimony of Hillary’s run for the White House seems less humorless if you can remember the last Clinton presidency.
The life of the more entertaining Clinton demonstrates that as long as he nods respectfully while Hillary discourses, and then tells her that she’s the real political superstar in the family and that it’s only sexism that has held her back, Bill can partake of the same life of money, power, fame, babes, and golf that Trump has enjoyed….
All of this psychodrama in Hillary’s head is understandable as a way of displacing her anger toward her indispensable husband into hatred of deplorables like you and me.
But then again, my feeling is: Hey, lady, I didn’t ruin your life by cheating on you with all those librarians. I really don’t see why we are obligated to elect you President to make up for how much Bill embarrassed you. Please, take your issues with your husband out on him, not on the rest of us by starting World War III.