There are many reasons why I am going to vote for Donald Trump in November. He has presented the most coherent and sensible foreign policy since the end of the Cold War, he will enforce the first Constitutionally lawful immigration policy in decades, and at the very least he will be appointing several originalist justices to the Supreme Court. While each of these issues are critical in their own right, none represent a clear and present danger to the survival of Western civilization. This is not to say that a second Clinton administration could not sow the seeds of our demise through political, economic, or international means, I have never underestimated the talents of the progressive left in this regard; however the worst blow that Hillary Clinton can inflict upon the nation is cultural in nature. Most conservatives see Hillary Clinton as crooked Hillary: a corrupt felon who represents the worst of government, politicians, and the ugly id of progressive ideology (This also happens to be objectively irrefutable) ; but once again her menace is not corruption but something far more pervasive, systemic, and destructive to the fabric of the nation.
Fundamentally, the presidential showdown in November is not a battle of ideology but of vision. Hillary Clinton represents a new progressive consensus on something no less revolutionary than the destruction of men and the age-old masculine virtues that create them. What is Hillary Clinton but the final horseman in a feminizing, Marxist apocalypse? Epitomized by a hashtag whose enthusiastic adopters can be described singularly as cuck, the now infamous hashtag "Im with Her," is a shahada of submission to the leftist caste system invented by aggrieved, miserable social justice jackals on Twitter.
Hillary and Barack have pursued a scorched earth campaign against every celebrated principle of those men with the righteous temerity to seize their American dream. The titans of industry which manufactured the hammers and nails which built this country, those glorious magnates of free enterprise who invented a modern empire of trade and voluntary exchange are told by government hacks Obama and Warren "you didn't build that." Our nation's young men who are broken and domesticated like wild horses under the thumb of the feelings fascists in public schools and liberal universities grow up into hot chocolate drinking pajama boys generously allowed by the nation-healer himself to remain dependent on mommy and daddy for healthcare until their late 20's. The baby boomers had Clint Eastwood, we have Seth Rogen. They played cowboys and indians, we play pokemon go. Men used to work with their hands, entrepreneurs were respectable men who created jobs and built cities and advanced the species, the best we have today is that phony clown with a vague speech impediment Mark Cuban and the flip-flop wearing punk globalist Mark Zuckerberg.
The Democratic Primary saw Sanders and Clinton traveling state to state in a sick bidding war for ignorant millennial voters of which populist crony can give out the most goodies; all at the expense of dignity and self reliance, a pair of anachronisms lost in the newly evolved underclass of human invertebrates. Should this regressive civilizational suicide cult claim the Oval Office they will impose a tragic epilogue to the American story of feckless, government-dependent man children.
This of course is only the present vision of the dominant party. If Hillary Clinton is the champion of feminization, emasculation, and dependency, does there exist in the history of the sun and the planet earth which revolves around it a more perfect opposite pole than Donald J Trump? A man who, in case anyone has forgotten, clotheslined Vince McMahon at Wrestlemania? Donald Trump, though not a perfect opposite in ideology, is the purest and most biblical foil in cultural vision. On the left is the livestock trendy, smugly retweeting "I'm with her" from a Starbucks while wearing an ironic t-shirt; on the right is a Christian farmer earnestly driving 50 miles in a tremendous red "Make America Great Again" cap to see a rich New York jerk say what he means. Hillary Clinton has been both literally and figuratively (but for a long time just literally) in bed with big government and special interests her entire life, a career built on sycophancy and lies, distributing wealth and creating none. Donald Trump is the third generation in a family real estate dynasty, a man who changed the face of America's empire city through sheer will and wit. Having mastered the most cut throat market in the world, he decided to sit down and write the greatest business book of all time about how he did it; and when he got bored again after a roaring comeback from financial ruin, he created an enormously successful reality TV show which paid him to advertise his brand to millions of people.
And of course this is just the tip of the iceberg. Hillary Clinton's campaign is manifested in the scolding mother, pacing up and down the alleyway to reprimand neighborhood children. That's racist. That's sexist. That is unacceptable. Trump does not have the temperament. No no, black lives matter, not all lives. A wrinkled political zombie from yesteryear, Hillary Clinton now seeks to reign over the nation as its wise matriarchal chief elder. Donald Trump is America's cool uncle. He's rude, obnoxious, crass, but funny as hell. He has that old school charm of a culture founded in sound morals and righteousness as opposed to the flimsy house of cards crudely constructed by philosophy majors on top of the prevailing penchant for moral relativism. He thinks big! His slogan is unapologetic and as bombastic as America was when she was awesome. Paul Ryan tweets about "confident America." I can think of few things less confident than that widow's peak from Wisconsin modifying a civilization's striving for greatness in order to attract less criticism. We're going to make America great again! We're not going to pursue "comprehensive immigration reform," which we now know is a meaningless phrase cooked up by Washington spin doctors as a facade for policy which solely benefits special interest donors. We're gonna build a wall! A big, beautiful, tremendous wall! We're not going to "degrade" ISIS, and we're not going to ridiculously deploy a token special ops force to create the political illusion of winning a non-war. We're gonna knock the hell out of em!
Trump has become the Larry Flynt of the 21st century, although ironically the grown up children of the sexual revolution have become the very moralistic speech police that they sought to destroy. As Trump becomes more sensational and outrageous, CNN sees a desperate campaign floundering under a drunken madman. Those on the Trump Train know that our madman has never had a drink, and with each wild outburst we only see the umbrella of protected speech expand even further, protecting politically incorrect expression from the corrosive acid rain of feigned outrage.
But the death of political correctness is only one thing to look forward to in a Donald Trump administration. In all honesty, PC culture has expanded primarily to the detriment of men. Though there are many women fed up with the approved liberal lexicon, it is the men on ESPN and Fox News and other places being taken down and forced to bend a knee and apologize who suffer. It is men who are portrayed in countless commercials and television shows as listless bumbling doofuses who wouldn't know what they'd ever do without their sweetheart. On college campuses we are approaching the point where some universities are aiming to enforce written consent contracts on drunken coeds. The absurd statistic is promulgated that some 20-25% of women are raped on campus by a barbaric race of sex crazed white men apparently more effective and pervasive than the Taliban. Carly Fiorina says that men only talk about problems, women solve them. Can anybody imagine the outrage if the reverse were uttered in broad daylight? Far worse than the explicit beat down of dads, uncles, and real men is the disgusting coddling by the beta male culture celebrated by the media. Watch Buzzfeed for too long and you'll be convinced that men are crying, sensitive, sassy babies no different than their female counterparts with the rogue exception of anatomy.
Masculinity and young men have been under assault for a long time, and to even suggest that this is the case elicits eyerolls, sarcasms, and demeaning hashtags from supposedly tolerant liberals. Though there are no shortage of concrete issues that must be addressed in the wake of the devastation wrought by Barack Obama, this cultural crisis facing our men is for many, myself included as an 18 year old young man, the most visceral. It also happens to be among the most important for the preservation of a free society and a competent civilization. America achieved greatness because of strong men and women who understood the differences between each other and made each other better. There was no black cloud of feminism policing the excesses of masculinity and there was no shame to actualize into the age old traditions of masculine virtue.
Donald Trump reminds us of a time when men acted like men. Granted he can be vulgar, juvenile, and act like a tough guy, but consider that all of the mild mannered "mature" men that so many adults prefer have not been remotely as successful as Trump. The man is a caricature, absolutely, but as a caricature he becomes a symbol, something greater than himself. He has come to represent wealth, honesty, entrepreneurship, winning, success, competency, strength, and an appropriate degree of chauvinism that exudes confidence. All of these qualities have been hunted down and exercised from popular culture by the self righteous egalitarians giving out participation ribbons and propagating the absurd claim that real men cry often. Ironically the very champion of those virtues used them to punch through such a sappy, weak culture to personify those values when men needed them the most.
The battle between Hillary and Trump will decide much more than just policy, troublingly, the culture itself. Will we continue down the path of genderless government supplicants and weeping male feminists led by Barack Obama and now Hillary Clinton? Of European snootiness and snobbery? Of manicured hands and polite, cultured up-talking men? Or will we restore a society of two distinct genders and of men with balls; a country whose men see a gorgeous billionaire with a super model wife in the White House and become inspired rather than purse their thin lips; a nation of men dedicated to making America great again by making themselves great? If Trump wins, he will make men great again. If he fails, his campaign will be discarded atop the ash heap of history, his movement a solemn requiem for the American man.