By Joseph Catena
You have to hand it to the Democrats. They sure know how to waste money better than anyone.
The greatest example of this is Kamala Harris, who blew through $1.5 billion in just over a hundred days of campaigning. That’s about $100 million a week for those doing the rough math. This was spent on everything from print and digital media to celebrities making appearances at rallies to drone shows to advertising on a gigantic sphere in Las Vegas. Kamala even spent exorbitant amounts of money for various studio-styled sets. This included more than $100,000 on a makeshift glorified cardboard replica of Alex Cooper’s “Call Her Daddy” podcast set. This allowed her to stay in Washington, D.C. rather than travel to California.
Money can’t buy you love, nor can it necessarily buy you a political victory. For all her feckless spending habits, Harris was trounced, as she lost some 90 percent of all districts across the land. Much of the reason is because men of all shapes, sizes and colors were turned off by Harris and the overall message from the Democrats. The donkeys have a major man problem, especially a White man problem.
And they’re doing something about it! Kind of.
Major party players set up “Speaking with American Men: A Strategic Plan” or SAM meetings. Democrats have poured $20 million into this venture in hopes of bringing back a demographic they have scorned for years. Dem brain trust has met at posh hotels, imbibed numerous bougie alcoholic beverages, and strategized to figure out how to solve their man problem. I’m such a good sport, I would have done it for a measly 500k, and I would even pay the taxes on that lump sum without complaining. That and a couple of glasses of merlot.
I am exactly the male prototype repulsed by Democrats, and the kind of guy they need to bring back into the fold.
Democrats always like to check off demographic boxes, so here are mine. I’m straight, white, married, a practicing Catholic, and a father. I also like sports and mob movies. Those attributes have no home in the house of the donkey. However, in the Dem world, this makes me an oppressive authoritarian homophobe, and a dangerous religious zealot. This is how guys like me are perceived by them.
Not only is the Democrat message way off, so are the messengers.
The lead male advocates in the Democrat party are a montage of beta wimps who can fill in each month of the 2025 Soy Boy Calendar. Why is the toxic, unmasculine Tim “Camouflage” Walz constantly in the public eye, poking and even threatening the MAGA forces that trounced him just a few short months ago? Walz is a failed governor, who watched and allowed the beautiful city of Minnesota to burn during the George Floyd riots and insisted on putting tampons in boys’ bathrooms. He turned in the oddest, most cringeworthy candidacy of any vice president in U.S. history. Yet, he parades around and continues to spout his losing, woke diatribe – the one that makes us men on the right recoil.
Speaking of odd, how about the reformed wokester, Pete “The Beard” Buttigieg. He dropped his pronouns in January and now talks about the need for Democrats to stop catering to people who are overly sensitive about vocabulary. If those two beta boys aren’t bad enough, meet New Jersey Senator Cory Booker, drama queen of the Garden State. This wide-eyed fellow set the most spurious record of all time, when he spoke for 25 consecutive hours in history’s longest filibuster. No one is sure what it was all about. Plainly put, Booker is an odd goofball and a rebel with an unknown cause.
On the even further left stand the proud socialists, Bernie Sanders and Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez. They lecture us on paying our “fair share” of taxes and preaching about the environment (even though they take private jets to rallies), while also trashing millionaires and billionaires. The strange duo also talks about fighting the oligarchy. Funny though, how Sanders owns three homes and AOC has raised about $10 million in the first quarter alone in 2025. Some socialists they are!
Perhaps the two most damaging messengers were none other than the Obamas. During her campaign stump for Harris, Michelle berated men and blamed them for the way nature made her. Her monologue during a late afternoon in Michigan was purely painful. I was driving and listening to her drone on about menopause, a subject much better suited for a women’s health forum, NOT a campaign rally.
“Too many of us suffer from severe cramps and nausea days on end, and every single month,” she said. “Too many women my age have no idea what’s going on with our bodies as we battle hot flashes and depression.”
She later stated that women were more than baby-making vessels and cancerous lumps might form, and basically life can be terrifying. Then, she spoke about men.
“I don’t expect any man to grasp how vulnerable this makes us feel, to understand the complexities of reproductive experience,” she lamented
Then came the race card.
“Our experiences are neglected by science,” she said. “And if you happen to look like me, you are more likely to be ignored, studies show.”
Her dour ramblings concluded with the dangers of Donald Trump changing the healthcare system where women can not obtain proper access to what they may need.
“Your wife or mother could be the ones at higher risk of dying from undiagnosed cervical cancer because they have no access to regular gynecological care,” she said.
Later, she concluded with a direct address to men.
“There is the tragic and very real possibility you may be the one holding flowers at the funeral, you may be the one left to raise the children alone.”
What her dark, depressing language had to do with Harris being a better choice for president is beyond me. It would be like Barack talking about his prostate and other health issues men are vulnerable to after a certain age. Again, not the right time or place. Furthermore, it’s a wonder that I didn’t drive off a bridge after hearing this gloomy, miserable diatribe.
When Barack bothered to address men, particularly Black men, he put on his best southern preacher drawl, waved a finger, and shamed the “bruthas” for not showing the same excitement and energy for Harris as they did for his candidacies in 2008 and 2012. He deemed voting for Trump unacceptable, and he basically told them to get on board or else. Add Obama to the list of beta males and angry feminists who are dragging this party over hot coals.
Real men hate being nagged and lectured. The Obamas did all that and more.
If Democrats are truly serious about gaining men back, they must change course. To win over White men in particular, they must follow three basic principles, the three Ps: Provide, Produce, Protect. This is what we do as men. It is our instinct. It is who we are. It is how we connect to society.
We provide for our families. We work long hours and sometimes multiple jobs to put food on the table and pay the rent or mortgage. This is what real men do. We want to see the fruits of our labor. We are tired of being overtaxed and having our money spent on Sesame Street in the Middle East and trans study programs in colleges and universities.
Men must constantly produce. If we own businesses, we must produce sales and products to make money. As employees, we must perform well to keep our jobs. Production ensures security and success. Real men dislike the fact bureaucrats are not held to the same standards, especially government bureaucrats with do-nothing jobs. Cut the waste!
Lastly, and perhaps most importantly, we protect. We protect our children, our wives, and our homes. So, stop letting beloved women in our lives to be exposed to having men in women’s locker rooms. Keep Jethro out of Jane’s bathroom. Stop infiltrating our children’s education with explicit indecency and transgenderism. Protect their innocence and values. Protect our borders to be invaded and stop pandering to illegal aliens, especially those who rape and kill our women, only to be freed and go unpunished.
This leads us to the ultimate buffoon, Maryland Sen. Chris Van Hollen, who went out of his way to secure a taxpayer-funded trek to El Salvador to break bread and have a soft drink with Kilmar Abrego Garcia, Maryland’s father of the year – when he’s not moonlighting as an MS-13 gang banger. Van Hollen is the true symbol of beta self-hating American males. He is a distorted purveyor of malfeasance, who barely gave any lip service to Patty Morin – his constituent, whose beautiful daughter, Rachel, was brutalized and murdered by an illegal alien, perhaps an associate of his lunch buddy. Stop letting criminals invade our land!
Sadly, the Democrats will never follow Rightonjoe’s three Ps any time soon. They would much rather feign masculinity than actually practice it. The donkey mascot should be replaced with Johnny Fontane, the fictional struggling singer in The Godfather. Fearing his career was cratering, he tearfully droned to Vito Corleone, “Oh, Godfather, I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to do.” The don sprung from his desk chair and bellowed, “You can act like a man!” and followed up with a quick slap to Johnny’s face. He then proceeded to excoriate him and remind him what a real man is.
Unfortunately, the 2025 version of Johnny Fontane can’t even decipher the differences between men and women. And there is no metaphoric Vito Corleone to slap some sense into him.
That would be too much male toxicity.