Or, Our Betters Breathe Deeply – Into A Paper Bag

Our betters unsettled

Mr Tiedrich tweets about Donald Trump many times, every day. And Ms Vee meditates, you know. 

Update, via the comments:

Jen quips, “They’re going to miss him.”

Well, I suppose that if your peer group is one that requires endless, competitive signalling – via breathless claims of how monstrous and fascistic the current incumbent of the White House is, and how mentally debilitating even thinking about him is, which you nonetheless do, every day, of course – then the prospect of losing that object of hate, and status, must be a cause of… mixed feelings. Though it’s quite odd how the people who imagine themselves our political betters, the ones to whom we should defer, are very often neurotic monomaniacs whose minds seem bizarrely fragile and forever on the verge of coming undone. 

Update 2:

In the comments, Martin adds, “Most of them are just acting.”

That seems quite possible. Certainly, pretension and role-play are signatures of the woke, and of leftism more generally. But here’s the thing. If, as Ms Vee and others claim, the thought of Donald Trump induces panic attacks, psychological crises, and difficulties breathing, for years, then, clearly, there’s something wrong with you. And if you feel a need to repeatedly and very publicly pretend that the thought of Donald Trump induces panic attacks, psychological crises, and difficulties breathing, for years – along with impotence and flaccidity – then… well, there’s something wrong with you.

As to which of the two compulsions is more dysfunctional, I’m not entirely sure. 

Via Garbage Human, who adds, “Imagine thinking this is a reflection on Trump.”  

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