Hollywood elite Lena Dunham is not only in shock and suffering from a wicked case of the sadz, but she’s fighting-mad that Hillary And #Her Uterus actually lost the presidential election on Tuesday night. And it couldn’t be more satisfying or hilarious.
Here’s why: Dunham’s response to the stunning defeat of Hillary Clinton is not one of acceptance, nor tolerance, nor self-reflection. No, Dunham reacted by doing what she always does: calling any and everyone racist and sexist and every other “ist” you can think of.
In other words, the moronic feminist who has spent her entire adult life dehumanizing the unborn, bashing straight white men, non-feminist women and all those who have the audacity to disagree with her as racist, sexist, self-loathing, xenophobic, homophobic garbage is coping with the Donald Trump victory by merely doubling-down on her antics, because that makes sense.
In Friday’s Lenny Letter, Dunham opened her epic meltdown by noting the inevitability of a Hillary win, or so she thought.
Besides Hillary’s indefensible decision to use an unapproved, unsecured private email server, risking national security secrets, inspired by her Nixonian paranoia and desire to potentially hide malfeasance, Hillary was a total shoo-in, explains arrogant Dunham. Her win was “the only” possible result. LOL.
I’d been traveling the country for the last few weeks, in swing states like North Carolina and Colorado. While I’d dealt with a few irritating email questions (those fucking emails, as if they were a worthy corollary to fraud and sexual assault), the resolve and passion of students, many of whom had made their way over from the Bernie Sanders campaign, gave me a sense of hope that got me downright high. I didn’t see how with faces this bright, diverse, wise, and passionate anything but the best — the only — result could prevail.
Then it happened. Dunham realized that the rest of America was rebelling against her despicable, phony virtue-signaling and the crippling policies of the left. (And don’t feel bad for her here, because in about two-lines she’s going to call you a sexist. True story.)
At a certain point it became clear something had gone horribly wrong. Celebrants’ faces turned. The modeling had been incorrect. Watching the numbers in Florida, I touched my face and realized I was crying. “Can we please go home?” I said to my boyfriend. I could tell he was having trouble breathing, and I could feel my chin breaking into hives. Another woman showed me her matching hive, hidden by fresh concealer.
The heartache continues:
At home I got in the shower and began to cry even harder. My boyfriend, who had already wept, watched me as I mumbled incoherently, clutching myself. “It wasn’t supposed to go this way. It was supposed to be her job. She worked her whole life for the job. It’s her job.”
You see, we are to blame. Not Hillary and her potentially criminal activity, not Dunham and company for pushing Americans over the edge with their faux holier-than-thou garbage. “It’s her job,” us lowly peasants were supposed to obediently let her have what is rightfully hers.
After drowning in a sea of victimhood, the feminist explains that Trump won because men are sexist and want to deny women equal rights, because it’s 1910, or something. And “white women” who voted for Trump are worst of all! We are self-loathing sexists, apparently. (Emphasis added)
We wanted a female president. We wanted guaranteed control over our own bodies. We wanted equal pay. That made us nasty. That made us targets… It is painful on a cellular level knowing those men got what they wanted, just as it’s painful to know you are hated for daring to ask for what is yours. It’s painful to know that white women, so unable to see the unity of female identity, so unable to look past their violent privilege, and so inoculated with hate for themselves, showed up to the polls for him, too.
So, yeah, evil “privileged” white women are to blame too, not just inherently sexist men.
The feminist then complains that her vagina hurts from the loss…?
“My voice was literally lost when I woke up, squeaky and raw, and I ached in the places that make me a woman, the places where I’ve been grabbed so carelessly, the places we are struggling to call our own,” she writes.
Then the real tolerance and understanding kicks in. Just kidding, Dunham then calls Trump voters “abusers” and suggests they are subhuman, kind of like she describes the unborn. Understanding people different than her would be beneath her, she says.
A lot of people have been talking about how we need to try to understand how this happened and what’s going on in the minds of the people who voted for Donald Trump. Maybe. Maybe. But maybe let’s leave that to the strategists, to the men in offices who need to run the numbers. It should not be the job of women, of people of color, of queer and trans Americans, to understand who does not consider them human and why, just as it’s not the job of the abused to understand their abuser. It’s quite enough work to know about and bear the hatred of so many. It’s quite enough work to go on living.
She then calls on those like her to “fight” the evil others, a sure dog-whistle to those violent rioters across the country to keep on keeping on.
Dunham is a despicable human being, actively driving wedges between men and women, whites and black, poor and wealthy — making her tears all the more delicious.
One last satisfying nugget on our way out: Before she went into hiding, Dunham’s last tweet was published on Tuesday night, a celebratory “Tonight we make history!” in honor of her candidate, Democrat Hillary Clinton.
Ha! And you may or may not make an ass out of yourself.
NOTE: Lena Dunham previously vowed to leave the country if Trump won on November 8. She is still here. Please click here to sign and share a petition to encourage Dunham to fulfill her promise.