Matt Philbin

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When The Washington Post covers religion, the articles mainly serve as reminders of the paper’s almost otherworldly ignorance of the topic, leavened by the occasional inspirational column about social justice rummage sales from the lesbian pastor of The Eternal Woke Church and Vegan Coffee Bar. The original headline was “At the National Prayer Breakfast, Trump likely to play on white evangelicals’ fears.”



The abortion über alles crowd seems to be making a full-court press at the moment. The governors of New York and Virginia are vying to see which can boast the most bloodthirsty “women’s health” regime in the nation.  As the competition currently stands, Virginia’s Ralph Northam has proposed legal abortion until the child’s first Tooth Fairy visit, citing the financial burden to mothers and the strain of staying awake long enough to complete the furtive dental transaction. However, Cuomo is expected to counter by arguing the wellbeing of the mother can be seriously impacted the moment the child is required to take up a band instrument.



It’s clear to anybody who cares to see that the Covington kids were smeared by a partisan media and the outright lies of political opportunist Nathan Phillips. That doesn’t mean rags like The Washington Post won’t go on obfuscating and spinning. After all, the teenagers wore [cue ominous music] “Make America Great Again” hats!



Liberals take themselves too seriously, example 4,381: Online dating app OkCupid has been asking the following question of users since 2003: “What’s more important in a romantic partner: great sex or similar political views?” (Online dating sites apparently are where dignity and discretion go to die.) OkCupid tells the Huffington Post’s Laura Bassett that now, for the first time since it debuted in 2003, more users are answering “politics.”

The politicization of everything proceeds apace.



Lately, lefties can’t seem to stop flipping off everyone and everything. Christian schools, fast food banquets, innocent Catholic teenagers, innocent unborn infants -- they’ve all gotten the bird from increasingly unhinged progressives recently.



The New York Times is warning progressives that one of the central texts of their shared religion is in danger. No, not the Paris Climate Agreement. The sky isn’t falling on that sky-is-falling scam. Nor is it Facebook’s gender options list -- you go right ahead and “identify” as a two spirit- trans-pansexual (with just a hint of Intersex and a complex-yet-earthy finish of genderqueer).



Here’s a nice gift for the tens of thousands of Americans attending the 46th annual March for Life today: A three-judge panel of the of the U.S. 5th Circuit Court of Appeals vacated a Texas judge’s ruling in favor of Planned Parenthood against the State of Texas.



Here’s an outside-the-box -- not to say crazy (if you’re even allowed to say crazy anymore) -- suggestion for the gang at the American Psychology Association: If you’re going to issue what Washington Post columnist Monica Hesse calls an “an  indictment … of rigid, traditional masculinity,” you might want to talk to some “traditional” men first. That way, you won’t be blindsided when some folks think your research belongs under the scientific classification of “crap.”



For more than a year Hollywood has been working on the role of a lifetime, playing an idealistic, naive industry suddenly shocked -- shocked! -- to learn it’s full of pervs and casting couch horndogs. The performance, including tears, almost believable surprise and deft use of hashtag props has mostly earned rave reviews from critics who call it a “brave” performance.



Christians, stop what you’re doing. You’ve gotten Christianity all wrong. Theologians, Doctors of the Church, saints, martyrs and mystics -- not to mention the countless generations of believers -- you’ve mucked it all up. Oh, don’t feel too bad. You haven’t had the benefit of doctrinal and spiritual guidance from a guy who writes comic books for a living.



You have to respect the proficiency and determination of a lefty to get one last whine in before 2018 limps to its end and the new year dawns with all it’s fresh possibilities for new grievances. Julia Ioffe, a correspondent for GQ, is one such intrepid complainer. It seems some people have had the effrontery to wish her a Merry Christmas.



In a 1995 encyclical, Pope John Paul II famously called modern Western society a “culture of death.” So it was inevitable that we’d end up with a pop culture of death as well.



Kudos to Sports Illustrated.for coming up with a creative new awards ceremony format in which a real-life heroine is introduced by the actress who played her on TV. That’s the only possible rationale for having Christine Blasey Ford involved in a ceremony honoring Rachel Denhollander.



Lena Dunham’s back in the news -- never glad tidings for civilization. The creator of HBO’s Girls has issued her latest mea culpa, apologizing for defending a male colleague from an accusation of rape last year. Dunham wrote an open letter to actress Aurora Perrineau in The Hollywood Reporter, seeking forgiveness for doubting Perrineau’s allegations against Girls writer/producer Murray Miller



Huffington Post performed an excellent service the other day by documenting the tweets of liberals watching Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer. Many of the tweets were funny. Some appeared earnest. Each illustrated the cultural gulf between the America of 1964 and today.



If you’ve watched The History Channel, you know that “ancient aliens” probably built the Pyramids and Stonehenge and maybe the Hanging Gardens of Babylon (and why wouldn’t little green men have little green thumbs?)  



Congratulations to The Washington Post pop music critic Chris Richards, who on Nov. 15 covered himself in glory by earning the Post’s coveted Triple Crown. With one brief piece, Richards earned Self-Hating White Liberal of the Week; and Dog Whistle Discerner; and won the “Politicize This!” Challenge.



Imagine a CNN personality claiming to be mystified by the “daily Trump-fest.” This is, after all, the network of Brian Stelter, who never misses an opportunity to whine that Trump is “poisoning the American people” against the media. But let’s pretend that Christiane Amanpour really does lack all self-awareness and, perplexed, she recently turned to journalism mentor Jon Stewart for guidance. “I mean, every single newspaper, every radio station, every bit of social media …” she complained to the former Daily Show host in an interview that included comic Dave Chappelle.



The left’s Meltdown of Kavanaugh Rage Pot Luck & Hootenanny has certainly been entertaining. Cory Booker’s Concern Face alone was worth the price of admission.



I saw today that the Buffalo Wild Wings chain has introduced pumpkin spice wings. I only mention it to observe that a) it’s an abomination against nature and nature’s God and b) the Estrogen Industrial Complex’s emasculation-by-pumpkin-spice project is proceeding apace. When somebody figures they can make a buck tarting up the ultimate bar food with nutmeg (nutmeg!), we’re not too far from the day when “Guy-Time” will mean curling up with a flavored coffee and dreaming of Paris.