What happened to men?

I’ve often been curious as to what drives men to the Democratic Party. It’s certainly not the women; by far conservative females out class their liberal sisters in the looks department. Watch any chat show and you’ll agree that Republican women turn more than articulate points and thrilling conversation.

So what is it? The theories, issues, and policies the left subscribe too seem unmanly. By nature, men are tough, self-sufficient, and would rather drive in circles for hours instead of stopping for directions. Manhood is about competition, flexing muscles, and never giving up. Not this pseudo new-aged enlightened man. This type of man has filtered down to little league baseball where some teams no longer keep score. Apparently losing would be too painful for the little boys.

Men don’t feel your pain, heck; we don’t even feel our own pain. We keep everything bottled up until a massive coronary takes us to our just reward.

Testosterone driven ideology is void in liberal thinking. Perhaps nothing illustrates this better than this last election. I saw grown men whining about everything from healthcare to how the U.S. is perceived to the rest of the world. This may come as a shock to some of my wimpy brethren, but nationalized healthcare isn’t covered under the Constitution. However, the right to life and to own a gun is. As far as what other countries think of us the U.S. what does it matter? We’re hated no matter what we do and we should never apologize for being Americans. Nor should we feel guilty about living in the greatest country God ever created.

Go down the list, immigration, these ridiculous bailouts, taxes, domestic drilling, free markets and so forth. It’s fair to say the macho side of all these topics falls squarely on the conservatives.

Don’t get me wrong, real men are compassionate. Just the other day my son was injured playing basketball. I dropped what I was doing and ran over to him and through eyes of concern I said, “Shake it off.”

So don’t think liberal men are the only type of man that cares.

In my book you clog rational thought when you hug trees, smoke European cigarettes, or order any drink with the word, “Latte” in it. Far be it for me to judge, but if sandals are in your closet and a ponytail is on your head, I’d be willing to bet there’s a voter card with the letter “D” in your wallet, or purse. I think you guys call it a “Murse” (man-purse)

Before I’m accused of being a sexiest let me say this. In this last election the only candidate who should’ve been wearing pants… wore a dress.