Uterus Rising
The Guardian’s Deborah Orr tells the unenlightened that Hillary Clinton should be elected president of the United States because she has ovaries and fallopian tubes, and that’s what really matters:
She’ll be the first American president who has experienced childbirth, or even admitted to wearing a bra… She’ll be the first president to have prompted the need for an answer to the question: who is that guy then, if he isn’t the first lady?
An opening for a feminist gag is what voting is all about.
I’ve never been a big Hillary fan. I don’t expect her to be the best president ever. In my book, anything more than competence would be a bonus.
Yes, if elected Mrs Clinton may be barely competent, and possibly much worse, but she would nonetheless be,
the perfect US president.
Why? Because Hillary is a she-person:
The symbolic power of her appointment transcends all else. Anyone who doesn’t understand that, in this one respect, Clinton is an absolutely perfect presidential choice, is simply refusing to acknowledge reality.
You heard the lady. We must vote based on a person having the right kind of genitals. It “transcends all else.” Because the “perfect US president” is one whose merits, so defined, are an accident of birth.
Ms Orr’s Olympian logic has astounded us before. As when she insisted, based on nothing, that the entire nation – not just a tiny subset of well-heeled Guardianistas – is raging against the convenience of the local supermarket, where cheap food is plentiful and easy to find. Instead, said she, we’re spending our weekends in joyful protest at the nearest out-of-town farmers’ market, where securing a week’s food shopping is a more ambitious and time-consuming task, and much more expensive. And we’re doing this because – yes, because – “people don’t have as much money to spend.”
Readers may also recall Ms Orr’s grumblings about the fact that women aren’t choosing to appear on comedy panel shows in the numbers she, Ms Orr, would like. Although offering no evidence that women are being discriminated against by producers or audiences – and while inadvertently acknowledging the contrary – she nevertheless insisted that the “gender imbalance” in comedy panel shows is an “injustice,” and so something must be done. According to Ms Orr, female comedians are shy, fragile creatures and must be declining invitations to appear on lucrative, high-profile comedy panel shows because there aren’t enough women on lucrative, high-profile comedy panel shows.
According to the Guardian, “Deborah Orr is one of Britain’s leading social and political commentators.”
‘ As Claire Berlinski notes in her excellent Thatcher biography, Scargill and his comrades were very fond of the word “irreversible” and used it frequently, not least as a euphemism for “no more elections.”’
I’m not so sure about “no more elections” since I think the implementation of the “irreversible” part involves brick walls, firing squads and the unwilling participation of capitalists. Once that deed is done, with regular ongoing corrective action, voting would proceed, probably with a union official present who would check each ballot paper before it is placed in the ballot box and make sure that every voter has properly chosen the name of the only (union-endorsed) candidate. If you don’t have anyone alive who can be elected instead of the union-endorsed candidate, that’s pretty “irreversible” – and you can still have your elections.
When The Indy, I think, ran a front page picture of Shrills on the front page the other day (hey, here’s news: a woman who has tried to run for Prez before and failed badly is going to try again eight years later when the man she couldn’t beat to the job is retiring. How about that!) it showed a grinning Shrills reaching out to shake the hand of a white woman, yet the caption to the photo was about this woman reaching out across America. Now while it looked like a table top rather than continent, I bet the leftoid who came up with that smart bit of wordplay got an extra pat on the back, if such fulsome praise is allowed at The Indy.
If it wasn’t the Indy I apologise, but it some meaningless trash paper or other.
>”How do you know?” Mostly this was in relation to CAGW.
I do like to ask people of the CAGW faith to tell me exactly what %age CO2 is present in the atmosphere. How an insulator makes something warmer…
It was that every person I saw interviewed never once mentioned party policy, they all just spouted “change” and “progress”.
Harold Saxon for president.
ba-da-da-DUM. ba-da-da-DUM. ba-da-da-DUM. ba-da-da-DUM.
Eeriest thing ever, given that the episode first aired in 2007.
‘If it wasn’t the Indy I apologise, but it some meaningless trash paper or other’.
It was the Indy. A paper that was actually set up 29 years ago with a commitment to hard news, and a determination to separate reporting from political commentary.
Witness the shitness.
As for Deborah ‘Chosen People’ Orr, I’d imagine that if Agatha Habyarimana made a run for the Rwandan Presidency she’d endorse her. Because vagina.
Would she be called VOTUS?
I dislike politicians. I find them, especially the life-long ones, unscrupulous to the core, phony, and generally ignorant of the world around of them while considering themselves the giant brains of the world who believe their connections make them geniuses. And Hillary is, of the brain dead twits who will be running for president, the worst offender of them all.
And Ms Orr is not alone in her lofty moral calculus.
If the calculus is that we need some dumb twat for President just because, I nominate Kim Kardashian. She’s better-looking and has the requisite parts.