“Kamala’s closing message to Americans is that she hates you,” Donald Trump said, microphone in hand, at a rally in Milwaukee, Friday night.
“My closing message is that I love America—and I am inviting you to join us in building an extraordinary future for our nation. My oath of office is an oath of allegiance to you, the American People.”
The battle lines have never been so clearly drawn in an election. I truly believe this. I’m sure you probably believe it too. Donald Trump does.
Once upon a time we could assume, in good faith, that all the candidates in a presidential election were united in one thing at least: a love of America and a fundamental kinship with its people. Whatever their differences in economic policy, foreign policy, social policy etc., whatever their competing visions of the future of the nation, those who stood for the presidency loved America and saw good in it that they wanted not only to preserve but to nurture and allow to flourish.
They wanted America to remain America. You might even say they wanted America to become more like America—to live up to and live out the animating ideals of its founders and the extraordinary documents they produced in their revolt against the British Crown.
Sure, there were bad presidents who did bad things to America, including presidents who are often celebrated like Lincoln and FDR, but it would be too much of a stretch to say any of them hated America and wanted to destroy it. You can be misguided in love. You can be weak and stupid and corrupt, but that’s not the same thing as hate.
Now, however, not so. Now we really can’t assume that same fundamental unity among the candidates. Now, just three days out from the election, it really does come down to a stark, black-and-white difference in attitude towards America, as a nation, and the American people.
Love.
Hate.
One or the other. Not both.
On the one hand, with the leadership of a man who loves America and embodies so much of what it makes it unique and so tremendously successful—bigger, bolder, braver, brasher, the colour, the glamour, the self-belief and the swagger—we have the promise of a true national revival. A return to what made the nation great. A future for America, as America. A future for the American people, as distinct from all the rest of the peoples of the world.
And on the other, courtesy of a pantsuited den-mother whose sole claim to power is suction-based, we have the grim promise of destruction. An America of a hundred thousand Springfields and Charlerois, subsumed and consumed in a wave of mass immigration unlike any the nation has ever seen. The chaos at the border we’ve witnessed over the last four years is just a taste of what’s to come.
America will be a weak nation of people, but a powerful state and a powerful elite controlling the lives of its inhabitants, even their very thoughts.
This is an election of extremes.
The stark divide between Republican and Democrat tickets manifests itself on many levels, from the realm of ideas and values to the much more concrete. One of those levels, perhaps the most striking, is the bodily level.
In a very real sense Republicans and Democrats are different creatures. Literally.
Today I saw a rumour that Tim Walz, Kamala Harris’s running-mate, wants a man called Leigh Finke to be the head of Health and Human Services under the new Thousand-Year Harris Reich.
In case you don’t know who Leigh Finke is, he’s a member of the Minnesota House of Representatives. He’s responsible for making the state of Minnesota a sanctuary for parents transitioning their children—by which I mean, he’s responsible for making the state of Minnesota a sanctuary for parents who are happy for their children to have their genitals cut off and reshaped, to be placed on a lifetime regimen of exogeneous hormones and to run a massively elevated risk of killing themselves once the full gravity of what they’ve been allowed to do finally sets in.
Leigh Finke has made Minnesota a safe haven for child abusers.
Leigh Finke—surprise, surprise—is a transgender man himself, and he looks exactly as you’d expect him to. Which is terrifying. A grim mockery of femininity and biology. An eldritch nightmare.
Contrast Leigh Finke with the man who will be responsible for health under a second Donald Trump presidency: Robert F. Kennedy Jr. Jacked and tanned, a handsome, fit 70-year-old who’d run rings around most men and put dudes half his age to shame in a push-up contest, Kennedy still has blonde pieces throwing themselves at him, as we saw in that recent thing with Olivia Nuzzi.
Again, like with Donald Trump and Kamala Harris, it’s day and night.
Kennedy has pledged, in parallel with Trump’s Make America Great Again agenda, to Make America Healthy Again. In truth, these agendas are one and the same. As I often say, a nation is only as healthy as the individuals of which it is comprised, and Americans are very sick indeed. That sickness manifests itself in every aspect of American life, from the crippling cost of the nation’s healthcare bills to the weakening of its spirit of self-reliance, courage and civic virtue. The ancient Greeks knew that men had to cultivate their thymos—their spiritedness—through clean living and training if they wanted to be good citizens. Fat people—600-lb land whales who have to use a machine to breathe at night when they sleep—are not, as a rule, great defenders of their people and paragons of virtue. They want to be kept safe and fed and damn the rest of it, even the freedom.
What good is real freedom anyway to someone who can’t even walk up stairs?
It’s a commonplace of my writing that the difference between the left and the right today extends to the biological. In fact, the biological differences between left and right may be what truly separates the two sides and determines, to a large extent, their most basic attitudes. My new book The Last Men: Liberalism and the Death of Masculinity (out next year with Passage Press!) looks at the biological changes driving political polarisation, including massive testosterone decline among men, and their causes, including exposure to hormone-disrupting chemicals and the devastating impact of sedentary lifestyles and processed-food consumption.
The left is at war with nature itself. You only need to look at Leigh Finke to see that. And that war will continue if Kamala Harris is elected. The fundamental causes of America’s unprecedented ill health, including the corporations that load the environment with toxic chemicals and ram processed foods down children’s throats in ever-greater quantities, will not be addressed. The Democrats, once the party of the little man and the sworn enemy of corrupt corporate interests, are now the opposite.
Somebody like Leigh Finke has no business telling Americans how to be healthy. Appointing somebody like Leigh Finke to tell Americans how to be healthy could only make sense as a cruel joke. If you hated the American people.
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