Suburban Woke White Women: "Hear Me Roar, Asshole"

If I hit the Powerball jackpot, David Cole, who publishes at Taki’s Magazine, is one of the few writers I’d bump with a fat check.

11/15, Cole discusses the impact of abortion on the midterms:

Midterm for the Worse, Part I: Fetus Do Yo’ Stuff!

…abortion gives liberal white women a political conversation to join where they’re not ordered back to “their lane.” That’s not an insignificant factor. White women are a massively important Democrat demo. CRT tells them they’re the wrong color, and trannyism tells them women don’t even exist. Abortion is exactly what white female Democrats need: a lane that’s theirs.

So whether you’re a top DNC operative worrying about how defending mastectomies for minors will play in Scranton, or a college-educated white suburbanite woman who’s tired of black coworkers saying “you have no right to an opinion” whenever race comes up, abortion is a welcome old friend.

Yes, white suburban Progressive women are being squeezed out in a number of ways. At Whole Foods, one large ugly sweet potato now costs close to four bucks. I’m not kidding.

Soccer? A kinder, gentler sport for the kiddies? Participation trophies? Once a rallying issue, it’s dead as a doornail. Who gives a shit? Watch the little ones kick a ball, waste an afternoon.

Which is why I want to step in with a radical idea to help these women out. As you know, I’m Mr. Solution. My research team is developing a vaccine against rapidly declining sperm counts. It’s based on the little-known Porn Molecule. And the shot will only be available to men who turn into women, but still retain dick and balls.

Anyway…

Listen up, you gals. The radical idea is:

GUNS.

I want you to pack heat.

Not so much because it’s a viable issue, but because I want you to shoot straight. With conviction.

Think of it as a new #MeToo.

I want to see packs of you white woke women (after rigorous training with instructors at ranges) roaming about in the burbs. Open carry, concealed, whatever the law allows. You’re the neighborhood patrol.

You’re out of the house. Daytime, nighttime.

If you come on strong, with good numbers, the press is going to have a hell of time putting you down. And what do you care anyway? You’re armed. You’re not sitting on a little cracked cement patio in your bathrobe pecking away on FB.

You’re packing in residential neighborhoods, but in shopping areas, too. You walk into a liquor store to pick up a quart of vodka, and a robbery happens to be in progress, you draw your weapon and fire, before the thief with the shotgun figures out the score. The new score.

NY Post: “Yesterday, three Mt. Vernon women shot the tires off a car being driven by a jacker, and when the vehicle plowed into a lamppost, they pulled the unconscious and bleeding thief out into the street, frisked him, laid his body on the sidewalk, and called 911…”

“Local police chief Henry Taggart told reporters, ‘This is something new. We’ve never seen anything like it. The women recovered the car, administered first aid to the woman driver, who was dazed, and provided us with useful video footage’…”

Guns, ladies. And you’re still voting straight Democrat. You’re TELLING people you’re Democrats. That’s your ace in the hole. Nobody is going to know what to do. When packs of you around the country score enough victories, they’re not going to fuck with you.

The DNC is going to realize this is one sizzling leg up for them. OUR OWN WOMEN fighting crime. Heroes. Damn.

Was GUNS a big issue in the midterms? Not that anyone noticed. It’s just hanging out there. You can pluck it off the tree.

Let me ask you an intimate question. Are you getting any these days? Well, the adrenaline rush of packing heat and deploying it, right out in the open, is a pretty damn good substitute.

You make crime an issue in real time. One felon at a time. See, it’s graphic. It’s not some bullshit conversation about good old boys out West owning hundreds of rifles and how horrible that is. This is YOU. In action.

You co-opt guns from the Republicans.

Now, of course, I’m not suggesting you wander into the South Side of Chicago to see what’s what on a Saturday night. Unless you’re going with mortars and flamethrowers. Leave those blue cities to their own devices. Their populations and companies are already fleeing like birds from crop dusters.

This is the burbs. The more delicate areas.

White Plains, Scarsdale, Shaker Heights, Beverly Hills. And also the cheesier locales. West LA, San Mateo, Toluca Lake, parts of Tampa Bay.

Upscale malls, and those iffy low-rent strip malls.

You don’t need “a voice in the national conversation.” You need weapons.

I’m confident that once you get used to this new life, you’re going to make other changes. I don’t know what they are, but I suspect a meeting of the minds will begin to take shape across the political spectrum.

Old labels will go down the shitter.

You never really wanted to hook, did you? That was just a momentary fantasy, to relieve the grinding boredom. THIS turns your lights on.

Blue steel, baby.

-- Jon Rappoport

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