Wounded Pride

From an article in the NYTimes: apparently the Proud Boys are so dissapointed in the way Trump slinked off stage they leveled the worst possible insult his way, calling him "flacid". It suddenly occured to The Boys that Captain Hook is sitting by the pool sipping pina coladas, scrolling through porn sites, while his faithful footsoldiers are facing hard time. And they aren't happy. Awed by the Spectacle of Trump's erect largeness, he embodied that masculine potency which gives their lives meaning...but once again they are cucked and hung out to dry. They are a cult based on dissapointment and abandonment so Trump's treachery should not have been much of a surprise, but still it cuts deep. I hope someone gives us a Lacanian analysis of this strangely comedic phallus...someday. There is less and less for them to be proud about- certainly their ability to discern true leaders can be questioned. Trump is a player and he played these rubes the way he has made a career playing rubes, letting them imagine they too could "grab all the pussy" they desired, they too could have a babe like Melania ( in four years did she smile even once?), they could all hang together at Mar a Lago, tennis, golf, followed by drinks in the lounge. The obverse of these flag-draped nitwits are the self-described "anarchists" of Portland in their black skinny jeans and hoodies. Why the press insists on linking them to BLM protests is curious- either the journalists are lazy or ideologically motivated- I can only guess. But the bottom line is they give anarchism a bad name and they should find a new gig. Like being helpful somehow.