There are two certainties in the United States of America right now, and they’re not death and taxes.
The first one is that our idiot president will say or do something which undermines our nation’s fitness for global leadership every day of his country club life.
The second is that we lack the collective will to determine how much of a good thing is too much.
Which is why the laudable public crusade against sexual abuse by our toxic elites appears to be morphing into a witch hunt against all American men. Much to the delight of the Donald Trumps, Roy Moores and Harvey Weinsteins of the world.
I don’t know about you, but I don’t think any of us need to be that friggin protected.
How much is too much?
We just passed the 55 mph speed limit sign on the side of the Interstate on this one, with a half-empty bottle of Jack wedged between our legs and a spliff of Northern Light in our mouth.
We blew right past "too much" when we got out the pitchforks and torches and went after a Naval Aviator in the national public forum for drawing a cock-in-the-sky with his jet's exhaust during a routine training flight in Washington State. And we leaned even harder on the gas when we condemned Ohio gubernatorial hopeful William O’Neil for criticizing the “national feeding frenzy about sexual indiscretions” and sarcastically citing his own healthy sex life.
There is a feeding frenzy and it's not necessarily a bad thing, so long as it stays on point. That means keeping the focus on toxic elites who abuse their power to coerce others into having sex with them.
It doesn't mean ruining someone for engaging in healthy, consensual sex with an enthusiastic partner; using sarcasm; or drawing a cartoon picture of a cock.