In some cases, it has to do with the continuing Democratic and progressive fever dreams.
David Hogg, he of the sunken chest and tiny stick arms, now being recast as a New Age masculine beacon. Charged with leading young males back, Moses-like, into the bosom of a party that still openly despises and denigrates them in public rhetoric at every turn.
The uber cool Jasmine Crocketts and AOCs at the head of the progressive parade have no time for the white working-class male that the party desperately needs back.
In most cases, it has to do with the spiraling hysteria on display nearly every single day spewing from the supposed statesmen of the party – the Schumers, the Pelosis, the They Who Should Know Betters. The clowns who traipse off to foreign countries in pursuit of airtime on broadcasts while advocating for illegal alien wife-beating gang members who…
