Starting On November 16, She Just Decided To Lay Back And Enjoy The Trump Train
Note: Got a note from the person involved. The spreadsheet was made by somebody else; it was the inspiration for her own list, which is private and presumably continues unabated. Furthermore, this is my post, and not my brother's post; it does not necessarily reflect his opinion. Bark and I are not the same person and we do not speak with a single voice. And surely none of us want to live in a world where somebody might decide, on an angry whim, to hold your family member responsible for something you've said or done --- jb
"My amazing wife made a spreadsheet to keep herself accountable for doing something every day to protect our rights." A link to the spreadsheet, along with the above explanation, was posted on Twitter by a fellow autojourno in the aftermath of the God Emperor's triumphal victory over the Hillary Robot. Let me start off by saying that "amazing" is this decade's "awesome"; a powerful word with a specific purpose, misused and over-used by children until the meaning has been diluted to feckless irrelevance, a ret-con that reduces previously impressive bits of writing to milquetoast trash. If you want proof of this, try reading the King James Bible aloud; every time you read "awesome", do it in Sean Penn's Fast Times At Ridgemont High voice. See? I cannot abide this casual destruction of the language. And how, exactly, is my colleague's wife "amazing"? I'm sure she is a very nice lady. What has she done that should amaze us?
The truth is that very few of us have the capacity to amaze. I know that there is nothing amazing about me. I have certain strengths (pattern recognition, pain tolerance, ability to recall pop songs of the Seventies) and certain weaknesses (dietary preferences, intemperate nature, easily distracted). I wouldn't call my wife, Danger Girl, "amazing" even though I think her list of personal accomplishments exceeds that of pretty much any autojourno wife in the known universe. She works hard and she takes things seriously and she sets goals and she reaches them. I was in no way "amazed" by her ability to recover from a crippling car crash and become an SCCA-licensed racer; from the night I met her I realized that she was a stubborn, determined, self-motivated individual.
Here's something else that I do not find "amazing" or even "surprising"; the fact that the above list of hilarious virtue-signaling hysterical actions came to a dead, permanent halt after slightly less than a week.
I suppose I shouldn't be surprised; even the Creator rested on the seventh day, and surely the labor expended in creating the land, the weather, or the beasts of the field was not nearly as tedious and unrewarding as "reading a bunch of articles about the safety pin movement." After all, there's only so much you can do to "resist" in this country if you're not willing to write a check, pick up a gun, or burn down the White House. And in the meantime there's just so much else to do, you know? So much media to watch, so many think pieces to read, so much shopping to accomplish at the local Whole Foods. So on November 16, she gave up...
...or maybe that's what she wants us all to think. Maybe that was the day she joined the tiger team of carefully-curated multicultural victims, a Resistance to rival the best efforts of de Gaulle's partisans, a strike force to piss all over Trump the way Buzzfeed says Trump paid those girls to piss all over Obama's hotel bed.
(A brief aside: If Bill Clinton was a feminist hero for convincing a chunky intern to blow him in the White House, how exactly is Trump a villain for hiring escorts when he was a private citizen? I'm not saying that said escort-hiring actually happened --- it appears at a distance to be fantasy wish-fulfillment created for monetary gain on the part of the dude who made it up --- but even if we had 4k video of it, how would it be in any way actionable or harmful? And how is it blackmail material? Trump is the kind of fellow who openly bangs his side pieces.)
My purpose here is not to make fun of the lady's actions, although most of them read like deliberate parodies of liberalism written by that Gavin McInnes dude during a five-day coke bender. My purpose is to point out that she didn't follow through. That her heroic decision to resist Trump didn't last a week. That in a world where one hundred and ten monks have burned themselves alive to protest China's treatment of Tibet, she couldn't even make it to Day 7 of reading about the safety-pin movement.
Let me tell you something that is not amazing but which is nonetheless true: nothing worthwhile is accomplished without effort. I don't care if you're talking about Melville's creation of Moby-Dick or my wife's journey from being unable to lift her right arm to the twenty-five military pushups I saw her knock out the other day or... wait for it... Mr. Trump's Presidential victory. All the participation-trophy special snowflakes out there who cried all over each other the day after the election have no reason to complain.
Time and again in 2016 we saw Mrs. Clinton taking the easy way out. She had a bottomless well of cash from which to draw, three times as much money as Trump without even having to ask anybody. She had an army of brainwashed dipshit kids who thought they were the only thing standing between America and Literally Hitler. She had the full, complete, utter conniving assistance of everybody from the Democratic National Committee to the major networks to the newspapers to Goldman Sachs. Her victory was such an utter certainty that the New York Review Of Books devoted most of an issue to its recommendations for her future conduct well before the first votes were counted.
Yet she failed. She failed to campaign in highly-contested states despite the open pleas of the Democratic operatives who could see the struggle on the ground. While Trump was speaking in airport hangars to standing-room-only crowds, she was giving private speeches to bankers. She refused to hold a press conference. She smirked her way through the debates, scoring meaningless rhetorical points again and again to the delight of the asexual skinny-cucks in the media while remaining utterly oblivious to how that made her look to America's voters. She conducted herself like a reluctant princess who knows the crown is hers but resents even the most modest effort made in the process of coronation.
Then she got her lazy ass kicked back to the woods behind her mansion. Well, that happens. Her supporters whine that she won the popular vote in California but that would be like awarding the Super Bowl to a team after the fact, based on the number of yards gained. You have to play by the rules of the game. Her lapdogs have complained that the Russians "hacked the election", but the most you can say is that they allowed people to see that Hillary had already "hacked the election" by pressuring the DNC to sabotage Bernie's campaign. You might as well say that Woodward and Bernstein "hacked the election" by revealing Nixon's criminal behavior.
I have no way of knowing if Mr. Trump will be a good President. What I do know is that he put in the effort required to win. Mrs. Clinton said she would be "ready on Day One"; Mr. Trump was ready well before that, and the results showed it. If you want something in this world, you have to work for it. It's a sharp reminder to me that I won't finish my book, or record an album, or lose thirty pounds unless I put my heart and soul into the process. That's a painful and frustrating lesson to learn, particularly when you have to learn it again and again. Not to worry, though. The world will be happy to teach it to you every time you need it. The question is: will you listen? Or will you, like Yahweh and my friend's wife, rest on the seventh day?