Profane, artificial, held in ill-repute
Profane, artificial, held in ill-repute: could there be a more fitting spokesman for the modern Democrat Party than hardcore porn prop Stormy Daniels? Since losing the 2016 presidential election, Democrats have limited their rhetoric to the copulatory. Last year Democrat Senator Kirsten Gillibrand alluded thrice to penetration, once to fellatio, and twice to scatology in the span of just one New York Magazine interview. DNC chairman Tom Perez so compulsively shouts four-letter words he may have elevated William Archibald Spooner from minister to prophet.
Stormy’s Democrats don’t restrict their vulgar politics to rhetoric; they put their whole bodies into the degrading show. Stormy subsists by shaking her partially manufactured genitals for desperate degenerates’ crumpled dollars. Stormy’s pussyhat-clad co-partisans don a knitted facsimile to coax donations out of much the same audience. The Democrat Party has devolved from bleeding-heart liberals who wore their hearts on their sleeve to raging leftists who wear their genitals on their head. From Democrats’ “Shout Your Abortion” campaign to the “Potty-Mouthed Princesses For Feminism” public service announcement to David Hogg’s calumnious rallies, each new performance seeks to shock and titillate rather than to engage and persuade.
But Stormy Daniels is no mere mouthpiece. Both parties amplify the voices of supportive cultural figures when the opportunity presents itself. Democrats trot out (alleged) drive-by shooter Calvin “Snoop Dogg” Broadus to headline their national convention, while Republicans repost rapper Kanye West’s tweets of quotations by Thomas Sowell. But Democrats’ Stormy infatuation goes deeper. As a matter of national political strategy, Democrats have put nearly all of their eggs in her basket.
Democrats’ hopes of impeaching President Trump now rest almost entirely on Stormy Daniels—more specifically on the precise nature of a cash payment and non-disclosure agreement paid by a billionaire’s lawyer to a prostitute for an incident that allegedly occurred over ten years ago. Democrats failed to offer a positive agenda for the country and lacked a competent candidate, so they resorted to trying to overturn that election by insinuating that Donald Trump, a pop culture superstar whom Americans have known for decades, has secretly been a Manchurian stooge for the Kremlin all along. When that nothing-burger narrative fell apart, Democrats tried to convince Americans that the president is deranged—a hard argument to maintain amid historically excellent governance.
Enter Stormy Daniels, the working pornographer and stripper who signed an official statement declaring, “I am not denying this affair because I was paid ‘hush money’ as has been reported in overseas owned tabloids. I am denying this affair because it never happened. I will have no further comment on this matter.” Stormy has since changed positions, but her equally insistent denials and confessions destroy even the possibility that her word on this subject bears credibility. Nevertheless, Democrat television outlets highlight the story incessantly. CNN has interviewed Michael Avenatti, longtime Democrat operative and Stormy Daniels’s lawyer, 59 times in less than two months—more than once per day on average.
Stormy Daniels is the de facto head of the Democrat Party. Her name appears more times on Google News than Google Video, and the links are equally tawdry, but her political ambitions are nothing new. In 2009, Stormy Daniels performed in a dozen pornographic films and explored a run for Senate as a Democrat from Alabama. Since then, Stormy has further blurred the lines between the world’s two oldest professions. President Trump has trolled Democrats into turning a lying porn star into their political avatar. Keep it up, and Donald Trump will surely do again to them as he did to Stormy a dozen years ago.