No Kings, no dignity.
They counterprogrammed the UFC thing, and be sure to read the chyron carefully: The event was not Rise Up Sin Gout, though that would have been an appropriate thing to call it. While Donald Trump was watching fights and flyovers out on his front lawn, a pathetic coven of elderly HOA presidents was gathering in a theater in New York City to cosplay Dietrich Bonhoeffer while buying bottled water at the concession stand so they could gulp down their SSRIs.
It was the worst thing in the history of the known universe. Watching it was kind of like seeing footage from a nature documentary of the moment when the old mountain goat limps away from the herd to fall down and die, except that wild animals have a little bit of nobility because they don’t spend their lives being pampered and flattered like an ancient mid-talent diva. I challenge you to watch twenty full seconds of this:
Take THAT, Orange Man!
I swear to you that this is a real sentence, taken straight out of an actual news story: “Oscar-winning actress Jane Fonda plans to humiliate the president on his 80th birthday by hosting a star-studded rival event on the very same day.” If you don’t remember Jane Fonda winning an Oscar, I believe this was an event that took place somewhere around 1804, and the award was presented to her by Vice President Aaron Burr. Anyway, somebody pat Jane Fonda on its widdle head, because how brave.
The story with the sentence about humiliation went on to explain, in case the slow kids missed the point: “The fact that the event, dubbed the ‘Rise Up, Sing Out’ concert, is on June 14 is surely no coincidence. The counter-celebration will take place at the same time as the UFC Freedom 250 match, where thousands of guests will gather in the arena built on the White House lawn.” It was tens of thousands, by the way, spread out well beyond the lawn.
At the risk of going out on a limb, you kind of have to guess that Donald Trump wasn’t humiliated. But the framing is important anyway, because it reminds us of the thing we already knew: Leftist political activism is a catch basin for psychopathology and sadistic narcissism.
They like the feeling that the fantasy of confrontation gives them: We really humiliated Donald Trump tonight as we went through not just our Depends but also the back-up pair.
The actual announcement of the event framed it as a fight against repression: “In a moment when our fundamental freedoms are under threat, music has always led the way. From the civil rights movement to today, artists have been at the forefront of the fight for justice and free expression.” But no one tried to stop them. No one ever tries to stop them. They tell people who aren’t trying to silence them that they won’t be silenced, while the rest of us sigh heavily and go on with our day.
The least interesting human beings who have ever lived are endlessly certain that their existence is captivating and important, and if you hadn’t heard, just give them a few seconds to get around to telling you again.
