The women of Fox. Love working class dudes, but only date trust fund babies Batya Ungar-Sargon, a journalist describing herself as a "MAGA lefty," told Fox News that President Donald Trump's tariffs would help bring manly jobs back to America's working class that is facing a "crisis in masculinity."
I think most of us would agree that solving America’s crisis in masculinity, as observed and defined by Ms. Ungar-Sargon, is well worth precipitating a worldwide economic crisis that has a decent shot at rivaling the Great Depression.
"But there has been a spiritual decimation that has come along that, a crisis in masculinity because we shipped jobs that gave men who work with their hands for a living and rely on brawn and physicality off to other countries to build up their middle class," added the MAGA mistress.
There you have it. Your retirement savings are vanishing for a good cause. The jobs that American men really enjoyed, like smashing two pieces of sheet metal together with a big hammer all day long, or joyfully swinging a pickaxe in a coal mine while courting black lung, have nearly vanished. Even man jobs that didn’t involve a display of steely muscle, like supervising a bunch of gals looming fabric in a mill, and doling out raises, work breaks and good shifts in return for sexual favors, have vanished overseas.
The return of good, old-fashioned backbreaking labor to these American shores will have millions of Starbucks baristas and community theater set designers dropping their jobs and boyfriends in order to sweat out their gay impulses hot-rolling steel or laying cinderblock.
“Investment banker? The hell with that!” college grad types will exclaim. “Give me a chance at accidental amputation or death at a non-union sawmill! At least l’ll never have to return phone calls from my clients who bought that mutual fund I recommended, the one that’s worth about as much as the cookie aisle at Dollar General now.”
Wedding consultants, interior designers and Broadway lyricists are all handing in their resignations as you read this and getting jobs hanging sheetrock, asphalting roofs and climbing cell towers.
"I'll fix every oversize leaky pipe in New York before I go back to this," said one angry man, tearing off his Columbia University sweatshirt and stomping on it, then proudly donning a t-shirt that read "Steamfitters Local Union 438--Fuck Your Feelings."
"I had no idea that spiritual decimation was going on, and that I was part of it. Not that I really know what spiritual decimation means. And now that I'm over being a college professor, I don't have to."
I think most of us would agree that solving America’s crisis in masculinity, as observed and defined by Ms. Ungar-Sargon, is well worth precipitating a worldwide economic crisis that has a decent shot at rivaling the Great Depression.
"But there has been a spiritual decimation that has come along that, a crisis in masculinity because we shipped jobs that gave men who work with their hands for a living and rely on brawn and physicality off to other countries to build up their middle class," added the MAGA mistress.
There you have it. Your retirement savings are vanishing for a good cause. The jobs that American men really enjoyed, like smashing two pieces of sheet metal together with a big hammer all day long, or joyfully swinging a pickaxe in a coal mine while courting black lung, have nearly vanished. Even man jobs that didn’t involve a display of steely muscle, like supervising a bunch of gals looming fabric in a mill, and doling out raises, work breaks and good shifts in return for sexual favors, have vanished overseas.
The return of good, old-fashioned backbreaking labor to these American shores will have millions of Starbucks baristas and community theater set designers dropping their jobs and boyfriends in order to sweat out their gay impulses hot-rolling steel or laying cinderblock.
“Investment banker? The hell with that!” college grad types will exclaim. “Give me a chance at accidental amputation or death at a non-union sawmill! At least l’ll never have to return phone calls from my clients who bought that mutual fund I recommended, the one that’s worth about as much as the cookie aisle at Dollar General now.”
Wedding consultants, interior designers and Broadway lyricists are all handing in their resignations as you read this and getting jobs hanging sheetrock, asphalting roofs and climbing cell towers.
"I'll fix every oversize leaky pipe in New York before I go back to this," said one angry man, tearing off his Columbia University sweatshirt and stomping on it, then proudly donning a t-shirt that read "Steamfitters Local Union 438--Fuck Your Feelings."
"I had no idea that spiritual decimation was going on, and that I was part of it. Not that I really know what spiritual decimation means. And now that I'm over being a college professor, I don't have to."
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