So, we did it. We elected Donald Trump to a second term. A second, non-consecutive term, which makes him the first President since 1892, and only the second one in our nation’s entire history, to be re-elected in such a way. I saw someone somewhere talk it up as “The Greatest Political Comeback in All of Human History” or some such thing…it probably is that, without exaggeration. Matter of opinion, I suppose.

Descriptions of the first week have settled into a comfort-zone of most frequently used adjectives, nouns and metaphors, like “whirlwind,” “sweeping,” “pushing the envelope,” et al. Killing off Diversity Equity and Inclusion, or DEI; launching the opening salvo in what is sure to be a protracted legal battle over “birthright citizenship”; declassification of the JFK, RFK and Martin Luther King assassination files; many others.

From his detractors, surprisingly — total silence. Maybe I should call that “near total,” since there is no such thing as total silence in our national discourse. Starting sometime in the weekend just past, during which this incoming administration was around five or six days old, there began to emerge a leitmotif of steadying complaint which consisted of:

1. If you’re a man, women aren’t going to have sex with you because you supported Trump;
2. Elon Musk made a gesture during the inaugural festivities that resemble(s/d) a Nazi salute;
3. Okay so now he’s President, and these egg prices you were complaining about, haven’t gone down.

That’s listed in roughly the order of frequency in which I’ve been hearing these. I don’t know if I’m “hooked in” in my reading sources, or in my contact with social media, to glean a perfect reading of it. Is there such a thing? Probably not. I can only assume my reading of it is satisfactory, and to be that, it has to compare with the typical reading of others who’ve tried to similarly assess. It probably fulfills at least that much. All I can do is assume.

I see the word “incel” has emerged as a synonym, and not entirely appropriately or accurately, for one who supports President Trump and his reforms. It’s supposed to mean involuntarily celibate, as in, a heterosexual man who can’t get any action with the women. Conflating this with Trump support, to those who can think through such matters with discipline, would suggest Trump opposition is on balance insincere, merely a first step toward “success” with dipping the wick. That strikes me as rather sexist; women are just Trump-hating whores, ready to provide the wetness and the 98.6°F for the lads who sound off or vote the right way?

When a woman uses this word to describe Trump supporters, she presupposes all other women are going to apply the same filter. And, one must anticipate, provide the same conditional reward. I’ve noticed, since my first wife’s final round of good-byes, that this presumption of “All women are going to behave and prefer the way I behave and prefer” is the signature of the woman who allows her mouth to out-perform her brain: “No woman will ever blah blah blah.” Women should be the first to understand women are unique. They decide on an individual level. We think, anyway (occasionally we men have our doubts).

Now. When a man conflates “incel” with Trump support…it’s even worse!

1. I forbid any woman from having relations with you, ’cause you’re orange
2. They’re all going to do as I say!
3. That makes you incel

Not only is such a man stupid, but sexist as well. Stupid and sexist in such a way, as to suggest his lifetime contact with the opposite sex is sparse and unedifying. He acts like what he calls others.

The “I” word, over time up to now, but especially now — has been worn out to the point of uselessness, and rather thoroughly.

Regarding the Musk thing, what strikes me about it is that the comparison is far more convincing in still photos, than in motion pictures, in which Elon’s gesture can be clearly seen as one of “From my heart, to all of yours” or something. Moving film footage exists of Der Fuhrer making his own Nazi salute, and…it’s not close. Not even convincing. Still photos are another matter, but we’re not living in the age of still photos, are we?

As far as the egg prices, well…I guess we’re all going to have to hunker down and see how this plays out over time. If opposition to Trump has centered itself around “Egg Whataboutism,” it has done so only with limited enthusiasm for this new rhetorical tactic, and with limited credibility and limited success. As of this writing, the administration is early into its eighth day. Any shopper who’s sufficiently savvy to see what’s happened to egg prices during the Biden regime, will probably figure out it takes longer than that to bring the prices back down to sane levels again.

Bottom line to all of it though, is this: The first week of Trump 2.0 is arguably history-making, in terms of the wave-making and the frenzy of activity. If I were in the business of conjuring up opposition to Trump just for the sake of conjuring up opposition to Trump, and it’s clear many are engaged in just such an endeavor, for exactly that purpose, nothing more — and I managed to come up with these three arguments? I’d hang my head in shame. Back to the drawing board. An obvious decision.

Find some other complaints that might resonate. Come on, there have to be some. There’s been so much activity, this is the best I can do? Looks like Nazi salute in still photos, eggs still cost, and won’t-screw-you? And then the barrel is empty and we’re scraping the bottom. That’s just stunning.

This End-DEI thing alone, all by itself; that’s thousands of jobs. Dumb stupid jobs, and maybe if the stupidity of the job surpasses the stupidity of the person holding it, bushels of wasted talent. But with all those jobs coming to a certain end, you’d think the resulting resentment would give rise to something better than Nazis, eggs and friend-zone.

But it’s clear that at this point, that’s all they have.

Whatever happened to life on Earth being in danger because of our gas-powered cars?

My New Year’s resolutions are for others. Yeah, sue me.

If you so much as breathe the oxygen from a limousine or a Gulfstream jet, stick a cork in it about “carbon emissions” or “climate change.”

Don’t scold or browbeat boys or men. Relate to our hopes, fears, ambitions, dreams, the same way you’d do it with a girl or a woman. If boy has ideas, encourage him “to be the leader he can become someday” the same way you’d do with a girl. If he interrupts someone, by all means call on him to calm down a bit and wait his turn…but do the same with girls. Don’t make him feel bad just for being male. Don’t medicate him for acting too much like a boy. Don’t make him stand behind some line because it’s “girls’ turn” to succeed or be awesome. If a female really is ready to be awesome, she doesn’t require this special treatment. If handicapping the boys could lead to something good, it would’ve happened by now. Tearing down the boys doesn’t uplift the girls. Making girls afraid of boys doesn’t help them lead more fulfilling lives. Lift them both up and let them both become the best they can be.

Married women who are unhappy — go to bed. Try again the next day. Marriage involves commitment. If you have a friend who’s an unhappily married woman and “needs” to be talked into getting a divorce, don’t. You’re wrong, probably. None of your business. If there are kids involved, think of them first.

Children successfully raised by single moms — congratulations on having defied the odds. But the odds stand. You are a happy accident, not an example. Do what you can to make sure there are as few single moms as possible. Shouldn’t be happening.

Impulse control. Take a breather from this “If you can’t handle me at my worst you don’t deserve me at my best” stuff. Show how you’re made of sugar, spice and everything nice. Make women look good again.

Boys, now that Boy Scouts has been obliterated by liberal activists, take the initiative and do the things you’d do if you were in it. Learn survival skills. Knot tying. Starting a fire. Sewing, cleaning, darning, cooking, baking…this is not “woman’s work.” You’re a better man if you know how to do these things.

If it’s organized, and it has the effect of lowering the birth rate in the western world…resist. The agenda is real, and exceedingly dangerous. Boys are boys. Girls are girls. If you feel awkward it’s because you’re in a new phase of life, and this one’s a pretty big jump. You aren’t supposed to feel comfortable with it. Talk to the opposite sex.

Discriminating against white people is racism. There’s no such thing as pointing it in the right direction. Knock it off.

Don’t let agenda-driven liberals define good manners. Ever.

Think about your role in life. If it involves someone else doing something to you, get another role. Stop fermenting and gulping from the victim-nectar. Recognize the signs of being drunk on it. Get yourself a new narrative, in which you’re the person doing things, not the person having things done to them. And then make sure these are positive things that help others. Then do them.

Regarding “science.” If you’ve read up on something interesting, be it a theory, established fact, a coterie of “experts” who believe in something they’d like to push. Yes it’s natural you feel like you’re extremely well-informed because you read up on this thing. You feel like an expert yourself. You feel like you’ve managed to get hold of some precious, game-changing nugget of information and you have to do what you can to spread it around.

Understand that this has become the common and accepted way of distributing what we call “misinformation,” that your feelings are likely being manipulated. Also, none of this means the people who disagree with you have never heard of your nugget, or don’t know very much, or are under-educated. Generally, there’s a very high likelihood they’ve come across your nugget already, have checked it out, and come to their own conclusion that it’s b.s. And, that they have good reasons for thinking so. So don’t be an arrogant prick about this. You might be right. They might be right. It could very well be you’re both right. Or both wrong. Learn to discuss things.