The 4B Movement*
Written in the Manner of Aristophanes’ Lysistrata


Chorus:
Come, O women, gather round
Come or don’t come all the way.
Hear, O hear Lysistrata say
“I’ve sworn off sex this very day.”


Lysistrata:
Come near, ladies; hear me out
I’m too tired to leap and shout
Too worn with all this loss and woe;
The nation’s gone to Hell, you know,
When it voted in our foe.
I have a plan to overthrow
Him as he did to our friend old Joe.
And I know how to punish those
Who voted ‘fore the polls did close
To put in office an awful man
Who’ll do the things on which he ran.
He’ll ban us from our self-control
So we’ve been told despite denial;
He makes all women homicidal.
Hear me out; I have a plan:
We need to poison every man.
We make their food, and so we can.
So douse some glycol on meat and melon
Of men who voted for that felon;
And tell them as they writhe and die
You put poison in their pie.
You’ll get revenge that is so sweet,
When you can poison every treat.**


Cinesias:
Please, Lysistrata, change your mind
My wife was once both good and kind;
We had a love life filled with joy
Sometimes she even used a toy.
But hearing you, she left our bed;
I fear our love life is now dead.


Lysistrata:
Serves you right, you foolish man
To vote for that most evil man.
Sisters, look the pow’r gained
Easily so, our men are pained.
They can’t forego one night of sex
As they are simple but we, complex.


Chorus:
Two movements stir in both sexes
Women’s 4B and men’s reflexes.
The latter are the weaker kind;
Without the sex they lose their mind.
The women say they’ll leave their house,
To go to Sappho's isle Lesbos
And there they’ll practice the four Bs.
Bihon, bichulsan, biyeonae, bisekseu
They’ll clear the nation, producing few
Or even no offspring to vote.
Abandon men; with Sappho gloat.
But don’t we find their logic flawed?
They’ll have no sex with men who woo
And then bichulsan, no children, too?
Are they thinking virgin birth?
Is the fourth B just for mirth?
The fourth B’s quite superfluous.
No sex with men is treasonous.
Who’ll fill the army’s ranks to fight
For peace and joy and all that’s right?
And when you have no children more
Will there be no one to replace
The girls who age, once filled the place?
O Women who sign onto this
Think this through; don’t give up bliss.
The men you shun or plan to kill
Are not so bad; some have goodwill.
They didn’t vote to take your rights;
They voted to reduce our plights.
There was no malice as they cast
Their votes against the four years past.


Lysistrata
O Foolish men, you think us helpless;
But abstinence reveals YOUR weakness.
You can’t live a day without us;
Say goodbye to all your lust.
We’ll marry those within our kind
And let the thought blow your mind.
We’ll never cook or clean or sew
Until that evil man will go
To live where he can do no harm
To young teachers or old school marm.
And while you speak of treachery
The women of that fateful Tuesday
Who voted R are most to blame
For this dire plight, the nation’s shame.


Cinesias:
But Lysistrata it’s not so bad;
You women needn’t be so sad.
Life will go on as before
The major difference is the door.
The “evil one” as you call him,
Will stave off threats from Korea’s Kim,
Will shut the nation’s open boundaries
And promote the start of brand new foundries.
His goal is not to cause you harm
Nor to persuade with pseudo-charm.
His goal’s not wealth just for the richest
Nor is it so to jail View’s bitches.
He wants the best economy
And halt inflation of the last VP.
He wants cheap energy because he knows
With it a grand economy grows.
He wants the army to be strong
To break the enemy when they go wrong.


Lysistrata
Cinesias, you are a fool,
Your only thought’s your flaming tool.
You want us back in our bed,
Our absence is your only dread.
Give us now what we ask for
Impeach him on the House floor.
You did it once or twice before;
We got him then; now we want more.
So, acquiesce to our demands
Or sleep beside a bare nightstand.


Chorus:
And so, dear watchers, it remains
A country worse divided now
As women sing CNN’s refrains.
They once moaned, and now they’ll growl.
Extreme rhetoric will not abate
When women speak all the hate.



*bihon (heterosexual marriage), bichulsan (childbirth), biyeonae (dating) and bisekseu (sex)  SEE Charles Trepany, Nov. 8, 2024. USA Today online: “Trump's election has women swearing off sex with men. It's called the 4B movement.” As Trepany explains, “The ‘4B‘ movement gets its name from four Korean words that all start with the letter "b": bihon (heterosexual marriage), bichulsan (childbirth), biyeonae (dating) and bisekseu (sex). You join the movement by giving up all four with men.”


**Yep, the Extremists are out there, now calling for murdering men. SEE Chris Nesi. Nov. 10, 2024. US News online: Women furious about Trump’s win start ‘MATGA’ movement — which glorifies poisoning men: ‘They asked for it’
The movement with the acronym MATGA is named for Tofana, a 17th-century Italian woman who sold poison to wives who wished to dispatch their abusive husbands — resulting in the deaths of more than 600 men.

Empty Head


There is a long held notion running from Aristotle and Stoic philosophers to John Locke that each human (Mind, actually) begins its development as a tabula rasa, or “smooth (no inscriptions) slate, erased tablet, or blank paper.” On this blank sheet each human writes his life from experiences (senses), including from enculturation both indirectly and indirectly (e.g., observing PDAs). This view means that every little thing that a baby, child, or young adult sees or hears creates the person that becomes an adult. Experience garnered through sense perception and culture educates us in all things worldly with the exceptions of…


That’s not to say we aren’t born without some a priori knowledge, some “instinct,” if you prefer, like ducking our heads turtle-like and raising our shoulders upon hearing some surprise sound or the call at a baseball field “heads up.” I assume our reflex actions go back into our own phylogeny, stuff left over, as Darwin noted, like the ear point (more visible on some ears than on those on which it turns inward), relicts of more “primitive” forms that passed onto us among other attributes, five-digit hands and feet and in some the ability to wiggle or raise ears as dogs move theirs. So, we aren’t completely empty heads at birth. We embody the biologists’ oft-quoted “ontogeny recapitulates phylogeny.” That’s the imprint of our biological heritage.


Enculturation


Culture is a prolific writer on the tabula rasa. Have you ever been stopped at a train crossing to wait for a passing train? Unless the train has a newly serviced unit, every car in even the longest train bears graffiti. Stopped in your journey till the last train car passes, you sit to see what people have spray painted—some of it very good art, some bad—on the cars. That’s what enculturation is, a seemingly endless train of information about ideas, identities, and behaviors that you are forced to observe. And in today’s world, entertainment, punditry, social media and educational institutions make up much of the train that passes, carrying messages written feverishly in the manner of Jack Kerouac on benzedrine writing On the Road without punctuation like an American James Joyce writing Finnegan’s Wake. The only punctuation, the only pause for consideration is the coupling that both joins and separates the cars.


Higher Education


When do you think higher education will regain its reputation as a bastion of reason, learning, creativity, and merit and not as an avenue of forced equity and ideas that stop creative writing on the tabula rasa of each student? When will institutions of higher education simply carry—as a train transports products—information without endless political spin? Wasn’t the initial reason for higher education the transport of knowledge from old to young?

Well, maybe not purely so. I can imagine the 12th-century dark-robbed professors of the University of Bologna centering all lessons on Aristotle and Church dogma to the detriment of any free thinker. The consequence of thinking freely was ostracism, especially when it ran counter to some baloney at Balogna that an individual questioned (like DEI today). As more people became educated through the ensuing centuries and into the Renaissance, the consequences became more severe as the trials of Galileo and Giordano Bruno (1548–1600) reveal, the former condemned to house arrest, the latter to burning at the stake. I suppose that today’s cancel culture in universities is mild by comparison.


Did I just read that some colleges have cancelled classes and provided counseling because Trump won the 2024 election? Where did the generation of students who walked to school barefoot or with duct tape for shoes through snow uphill and also back home uphill, those two-hill intrepid learners of old go?


Exaggeration aside, I’ll acknowledge that any differences between yesterday’s students and today’s might exist only in flawed memory. Certainly, I went to school with people who were happy when classes were cancelled, and I was frustrated by absenteeism as a professor. But just as certainly I never witnessed students running to cry when, for example, Richard Nixon won a second term even after Watergate or Ronald Reagan took the White House in the midst of an ongoing Iran-Contra affair. I should mention that I did hear of meltdowns in newspaper offices of the NY Times as young reporters, steeped in the ideas of their Leftist journalism schools, thought the world had ended when Bush II was elected after the Clinton years of happy reporters.


But today’s cry rooms and safe spaces on college campuses? You can, if you want, Google stories about such university actions. I did. And what I found alarmed me.


At Virginia Tech (VPI, Virginia Polytechnic Institute, now known as Virginia Tech), where the worst campus mass shooting occurred, the university’s counseling center offered students play with therapy dogs, arts and crafts, a "guided stretching" class, and "restorative dialogue" as part of the school's Election Day activities. Mind you, this is a school with at least ten different engineering programs and a military school with a three-battalion corps of uniformed cadets with a history that includes seven Medal of Honor recipients and many other highly decorated alumni. Therapy dogs? Those VPI grads who served in twentieth-century wars, if still alive, have to be disturbed by the coddling and concerned that their alma mater has become an expensive daycare center. Such is the state of a train that is supposed to transport the blank slates into volumes of learning.


Not just the Virginia Polytechnic Institute! At the University of Oregon, Fraternity and Sorority Life Assistant Director Leonard Serrato just made it clear what happened to the objective transfer of knowledge: In a further degradation of the university system already painted with meaningless and narcissistic graffiti, It fell into the abyss of hateful politics.


Serrato said in reference to those who voted for Trump, “You can literally go f*** yourself if you voted for Donald Trump. If you are so sad about your groceries being expensive, get a better f***** paying job. Do better for yourself. Get a f**** education. Because you’re f**** stupid. And I hope you go jump off of a f****** bridge.” This guy, now suspended by an embarrassed administration fearful it will lose donors, supposedly met all the qualifications of his position, two of which are “Effective verbal and written communication skills” and “A demonstrable commitment to promoting and enhancing diversity.” Diversity? Only if you think as liberals would have you think, only if you board a train headed Left.


Donors Beware


That some donors announced the end of their support for universities that fostered antisemitism serves as a model for other donors regarding universities fostering one-sided thinking and programs that are more concerned about erasing slates that bear the writing of dissident voices and truly diverse ideas. The train cars of today’s universities are rather empty of ideas unless those ideas are unified and on track to single-minded political results.

Could there be a more powerful or ominous song about our mortality than the Dies Irae of the Requiem Mass? Various versions of it been used in musical compositions for orchestral performances and for movie soundtracks:

• It's a Wonderful Life: (1946)
• Vault of Horror (1973)
• The Exorcist (1973)
• Star Wars IV: A New Hope (1977)
• Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977)
• The Shining: (1980)
• Home Alone: (1990)
• Batman Returns (1992)
• The Nightmare Before Christmas: (1993)
• The Lion King: (1994)
• Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001)
• Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone: (2001)
• Attack of the Clones (2002)
• The Apocalypse (2002)
• Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street: (2007)
• The Good Place (2019)

It’s been used by Mozart (Requiem), Berlioz (Symphonie Fantastique), Elfman (Nightmare), Verdi (Apocalypse), and Liszt (Totentanz). Essentially, it’s a song about The Last Day, The Judgment Day. It’s first words, “Dies irae,” translate to the day of wrath.” Ominous, right? Makes me think of my own shortcomings, errors, vices, and weaknesses. Certainly, hearing the Dies Irae can make one self-conscious, can conjure up darkness and nightmarish imagery. So, many horror movies demonstrate its effectiveness in reducing us to consider our mortality, evoking NIetzschean dread. It’s almost as powerful as Al Gore, John Kerry, and Joe Biden’s telling us climate change is an existential threat—it’s not. Although the Dies is about the Judgment Day, it has been used for centuries in funeral masses. Would it matter if a Day of Reckoning for all humanity occurs after one dies? A personal Apocalypse is scary enough.

Musing on Our Death Perspectives: Four Directions

Well, not to get too Freudian here, I’ll say that early on and in most, if not all, humans the realm of nightmares ultimately stems from an innate realization that life isn’t permanent. Regardless of the psychoanalytic and neurologic research, I cannot account for childhood nightmares unless I acknowledge that from the outset of life humans know they are temporary; thus, the work of the limbic system, maybe even the primitive brain in tying emotions to Time’s passage. In this context, the Dies Irae’s opening four descending notes in minor key sound the melody of death already playing in our heads.* Is this the prime example of a priori knowledge? Am I wrong in associating a child’s nightmares with an underlying sense of dread? Maybe. I’m not a psychoanalyst, but I have yet to meet a person who asks, “What’s a nightmare? Oh! I’ve never had one of those.”
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Even if we do harbor a priori knowledge of death, we live in constant forebrain denial without some definite impending cause of personal doom like a prognosis of a terminal illness. We still believe death is an event in an undetermined future. As late CBS TV commentator Andy Rooney wrote, death is “a distant rumor to the young.” That notion might also apply to the elderly. I’m sure that it’s not a proximal rumor in the heads of people in their eighties, nineties, or 100s. I recall the centenarian French woman who stopped riding her bike at 100 and stopped smoking when she was 117. In 1997 Jean Louise Calment died at age 122 years 164 days. We know we’ll die, but just not yet, not right now. Repressing enables our waking hours that are happier times than our nightmare hours. Thus, some of us suppressing in daylight the ear worm of death, take unnecessary risks, a penchant more of the young than of the old but that is also present in some older, and presumably wiser, risk-taking adults like a centenarian riding her bike.
   
There are so many directions to go from here.

1) I’ll take this one first: The deaths of others, save those we know and love, are often of less concern than our own. We see it on the streets in inner cities where gang violence and drive-by shootings take lives randomly. We see it in fentanyl dealers who are responsible for deaths numbering over 100,000 in just the past four years in the US. And we see it in Russian TV pundits who, ignoring the 30,000 Russians killed each month in a needless war with Ukraine, go full MSNBC-ing in hate for and derision toward the West as they laugh about nuking the UK and the US in the absence of any cognition that they, too, would die in nuclear retaliatory strikes. Is it Garden of Eden hubris that makes people think they are godlike and eternal whereas others are not? Are they so afraid of Putin that they can’t acknowledge the deaths of all those young Russian men? Or, do they simply not care, thinking that they have an endless supply of the young to send to their early deaths? (They don’t, by the way) Why the callous punditry and flippant talk of war? Is it repression of knowledge that those pundits could also die?

2) Hector Berlioz, whose Symphonie Fantastique I referred to above, provides us with a second direction: The intertwining of Time and Death. Berlioz said, “Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils.” For thousands of years philosophers have been obsessed with topics like Time and Existence, Life and Death, Flow and Stillness, Origin and Ending. Then physicists and biologists in recent centuries broached those subjects, supplementing, if not replacing, traditional approaches and placing Time and Death in the context of a physical world described by the math of entropy sans a spiritual complement.
After Nietzsche, Kierkegaard, Heidegger and other philosophers wrote that existentialism put them on the right track to understanding Existence, the biologists took over defining life and death, both labeled as physical processes with evolutionary roots in biochemistry. Those existentialists philosophers were struck, I believe, on anxiety and loneliness. Did they add anything to our understanding of death? Did they comfort anyone? Don’t those nightmares of youth derive from the solitary nature of each one’s death? Nina Simone sang of such isolation in “Sinner Man”?

    “Oh, sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
    Sinnerman where you gonna run to?
    Where you gonna run to?
    All on that day.” (Which, as if I have to tell you, is “That Day of Wrath, That                 
    Dreadful Day”—either THE Last Day or Sinnerman’s Last Day)

The lyrics of the Dies Irae in the seventh stanza make the loneliness in dying clear:

    Quid sum miser tunc dicturus    What shall I, frail man, be pleading?
    Quem patronum rogatourus,    Who for me be interceding
    Cum vix justus sit secures?    When the just are mercy needing?

Yes, even if surrounded by loved ones, we do our own dying. And no one can stave off the inevitable. To whom will you run on that dreadful day?

3) I take the third direction from a quotation by the questionably anonymous English graffiti artist known as Banksy:
​
     “They say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time.” ** That’s where deeds play a role. That’s how legacy fights death’s finality.

​You would like to be remembered, right? Not forgotten as most of the 100 billion humans have been forgotten during the 200-plus thousand years of our species’ history. Legacy keeps you “alive” a bit longer than your physical demise. Homer made that a motive for Achilles to continue to fight the Trojans in The Iliad. In Book IX, the great warrior says:

    Mother tells me, the immortal goddess Thetis with her glistening feet,
    That two fates bear me on to the day of death.
    If I hold out here and I lay siege toTroy
    my journey home is gone, but my glory never dies.
    If I voyage back to the fatherland I love,
    My pride, my glory dies…
    True, but the life’s that’s left me will be long,
    The stroke o death will not come quickly. —Book 9, ll 498 ff.***

Simple binary choice: Stay to fight and die a long-remembered hero or leave for a passive existence back home and the fate that Banksy says, that is, to have no one say your name. True, Achilles might be entirely fictional, but his deeds have kept him on the lips of people since Homer’s time and if his story had been passed down from the Bronze Age to Homer’s time, that’s over three millennia ago. Would you desire that? Imagine that like Achilles people keep speaking your name for the next 3,000 years. Sure, you’ll be really dead, but not to those who speak your name and talk of your legacy.

There was an interesting take on legacy in an episode 11 of the Orville, season 2. A time capsule opens the life of a person from 2015 with whom the character Gordon falls in love by recreating her holographically. Disappointed that he has to say goodbye, he is consoled by Commander Kelly Grayson who says, “People have been living and dying for most of human existence, but Laura is special because she reached across four centuries and got a guy to fall in love.” How many names do you know from centuries ago? Sure, some emperors (Augustus, Caligula), poets (Homer, Shakespeare), artists (Da Vinci, Michelangelo), composers (Vivaldi, Mozart), philosophers (Plato, Aristotle), and scientists (Galileo, Newton), they and maybe a few dozen others remain in collective memory.

4) The fourth direction takes us to the divergence between inner brain and forebrain. No amount of rationalization assuages us in light of the darkness. Sure, we can play logician, as Epicurus did when he wrote, “Why should I fear death? If I am, death is not. If death is, I am not. Why should I fear that which cannot exist when I do?” But logic can’t undo what illogic has done; the dread is already present, persistently present. Death might not be on our minds during busy occupations, but whenever the distractions of life abate…

It’s Not All Bad News, Buckaroo

5) Should we be pessimistic? No.That we know there’s an end provides us with a motive for getting, doing, and being the most we can get, do, and be in the NOW. And just about everyone who isn’t wallowing in self-pity knows this. Keep Jean Louise Calment in mind. She’s a model of longevity and activity, having lived on her own into her 100s, having never heated her house in winter, and having her daily olive oil. Or think of my late friend Joe Hardy who died on his 100th birthday. Joe founded 84 Lumber, a five-star resort, and then, in his mid-90s, a development and real estate company. Joe showed up at the office early each day, even going there a couple a week or so prior to his death. Always optimistic, Joe held the motto “Nothing is impossible.” Well, nothing except staving off death. But his optimism lasted to his last hour as he died telling others to continue his lavish 100th birthday party without him.

Is optimism in the face of death foolish? Depends on the perspective. Up until that last breath, we’re all still part of this world, all still fully alive. There’s really no half-dead-half-alive state even though doctors have resuscitated the assumed clinically declared dead and some have woken on the coroner’s table. The conditions of being either alive or dead makes being alive the most significant reason for optimism. There’s always that thought that life will run at the very least a little longer than the present moment.

Hold on, Buckaroo, for the entire ride. It will be bumpy. The animal of life will try to buck you off at times, but short of dying, you’ll continuously get back on to ride some more.   


*You can hear its multiple versions on Youtube videos. The words are:
Dies iræ, dies illa
Solvet sæclum in favilla
Teste David cum Sibylla
Quantus tremor est futurus
Quando iudex est venturus
Cuncta stricte discussurus
Dies iræ, dies illa
Solvet sæclum in favilla
Teste David cum Sibylla
Quantus tremor est futurus
Quando iudex est venturus
Cuncta stricte discussurus
Quantus tremor est futurus
Dies iræ, dies illa
Quantus tremor est futurus
Dies iræ, dies illa
Quantus tremor est futurus
Quantus tremor est futurus
Quando iudex est venturus
Cuncta stricte discussurus
Cuncta stricte (cuncta stricte)
Stricte discussurus
Cuncta stricte (cuncta stricte)
Stricte discussurus


**Robin Gunningham?


***The Iliad. Trans. by Robert Fagles. Penguin Books

We need a new definition of adult. In legal-speak, having adult status means having reached the “age of majority,” which differs in different places. In the US, most states mark that age at 18, one makes it 19, and Mississippi considers it to be 21. In most dictionaries adult means having reached physical maturity, basically, an animal (including, of course, human) that is fully grown.


But there’s that other sense of the word that we use when we say, “Act like an adult.”
That’s where we need some revising. Sure, we generally can distinguish between “acting like a child” and “acting like an adult,” but nowadays, there’s some real fuzziness about that distinction. How so?


In the Trenches of Warfare


During many wars people who could be classified as minors, and therefore as children because they have not reached the “age of majority,” have volunteered for and served in military action, somehow bypassing the most basic requirement for enlistment. In the action off war, those who serve together do not distinguish between child and adult when they face an armed enemy soldier who is shooting at them.


In the Halls of Academia


The halls of academia differ from the trenches of war. Today, academia fosters continued childhood, that is a suppression of mental maturity and responsibility. Nowhere is this practice more evident than the private school where comedian Jerry Seinfeld sent his children. The NY Post headline reads “Jerry Seinfeld rips woke NYC private school — where his kids attended — for allowing ‘distressed’ students to skip class day after election.” * It’s a self-explanatory headline; nevertheless…


The Ethical Culture Fieldston School costs $65 thousand per year. Seinfeld said, “This is why the kids hated it. What kind of lives have these people led that makes them think that this is the right way to handle young people?”
To answer, I respond, “Not adult lives, not the lives of people who have weathered the daily storms of human interactions.”
Have the teachers and administrative staff had no disruptive experiences? Have there lives been so smooth that they might best be described as “placid”? This is the, I dare to say, THE “liberal world,” the “woke world,” and the world unprepared for natural and manmade disasters. It is a mindset that makes a country weak before its enemies, narrow-minded in the exchange of ideas, and narcissistic in personality. And it is above all comic—foolish even—and laughable in its essence.


The Post’s story by Dana Kennedy and Olivia Land reports the thoughts of another former Fieldston parent, Dr. Logan Levkoff: “To say that this is absurd is a gross understatement,” Levkoff told The Post. “Young people need to engage in thoughtful debate, learn to deal with disappointment, and develop resilience. Catering to the ‘trigger warning’ generation is not a successful strategy for life or adulthood. And it’s certainly not the way to develop bipartisanship politically or in our friendships,” she insisted.

Yeah, this is all very obvious to you, I’m hoping. But I don’t know. **

How is it that a comedian, a person whose career evolved from medieval court jesters and even more ancient Greek comedy has come to be the voice of reason? Seinfeld, now subjected to hecklers interrupting his performances with political statements, is a man of common sense, obviously wiser than the staff at the school and at least as wise as Dr. Levkoff. He recognizes the damage done to the process of maturation. He sees the school’s actions as inhibiting, if not preventing entirely, the students’ developing adulthood.

But, as “safe spaces” in some universities reveal, the movement to quash adulthood abounds in America. If this trend continues, we’re going to need a new definition of adult.


*NY Post Online: November 1, 2024.

**Because I really haven’t opened these blogs to comments (which I might do), I’ve had only a couple of comments over the years and on more than 2,000 essays. I might be erroneous in assuming that my readership is “of like mind” on many of the issues I discuss. Not a “snowflake,” I don’t mind differences of opinion or argument tactics as long as they are logical and supported by facts that are not cherry-picked to the exclusion of counter facts.

​To borrow from Kurt Friedrich Gödel, I would argue that no argument is “complete” because each rests on underlying assumptions. The argument I make about limiting children’s growth, for example, fails to include that maturation comes at different times and for different reasons in humans. Some mature in spite of their rearing, some because of their rearing, and some because their older lives are as distinct from their younger lives as a processed food and sugar diet is from a strict grass-fed carnivore diet.

Give some credit to Mark Cuban for his financial success. Most rich people have had to take risks to get to where they are, and Cuban seems to have weathered risks quite successfully. But smart in business doesn’t mean smart about everything. And Cuban just made a mistake typical of liberals like Joe Biden and Hillary Clinton by labeling an entire group of people in a denigrating manner (Biden’s “garbage,” Hillary’s “basket of deplorables”).


Cuban’s recent statement that only “dumb” {my paraphrase] women make up Trump’s circle is both insulting and demonstrably untrue, but his insult conforms to the liberal penchant to judge humans by groups and not by individuals.


The question begged by Cuban’s remarks is a simple one: “Has Harris, the woman you support, Mark, at any time during the past four years of word salads, non sequiturs, incoherent ramblings, and meaningless tautologies, shown herself to be anything other than “dumb”?


Are liberal minds so obsessed with party loyalty that they can’t see what non-liberals see plainly? No, don’t answer that; let me respond. In the four years of easy comedy material provided by Joe Biden and Kamala Harris, writers of Saturday Night Live only recently discovered that the actions and words of the duo provide material for easy-to-write and effective comedy skits. All that comedy was lost because most comedy relies on the audience’s knowledge of contemporary people and events—no one (or few) among current young adults would get a joke about Spiro Agnew. And no young person would get a slapstick SNL routine that mocked Gerald Ford's falling on rainy steps as he, holding an umbrella and his wife’s hand, descended from plane to tarmac. (Is it because young people are used to seeing their president fall?)


Are liberal minds so obsessed with hatred of Donald Trump that they are willing to elect an inarticulate and incompetent woman to the White House while claiming that all her opponents are stupid and that they are smart?


Really, Mark? Really? Everyone misspeaks occasionally, but you went in front of a camera to make your remarks, indicating that they represent your true thoughts. You believe that Trump has no intelligent women in his organization even though he had promoted many qualified women to positions of authority both in his businesses and in his government. By extension most conservative women will infer that you believe like Biden and Clinton that they are not only stupid, but also “garbage” and “deplorable.”


The glaring audacity of liberals' self-proclaimed intellectualism makes them laughable to anyone outside their circle of sycophants.