It’s hard to praise the Women’s March for anything, much less defend them.
After all, at the end of the day it’s a collection of women led by anti-Semitic terrorist sympathizers who stomp around in pink vagina hats and scream about everything under the sun. But,to be fair, the group did have the decency to praise former First Lady Barbara Bush following her passing Tuesday at the ripe old age of 92.
Known for being tough as nails, Bush, the wife of one president and mom to another, was a great example of a woman who could be both a mother and a warrior. She left this world surrounded by her devoted family, knocked back bourbon until the bitter end, and led the kind of full, vibrant life that should be celebrated across all political aisles. Regardless of her politics or those of her husband and sons, her legacy was a testament to the power of feminine strength.
And the Women’s March, to their credit, said so.
Rest in peace and power, Barbara Bush. pic.twitter.com/GI8eIYd8A6
— Women's March (@womensmarch) April 18, 2018
And leftists are losing. Their. Minds.
Apparently, even a simple hat tip to an elderly woman who just died isn’t something progressives can rally behind, provided they didn’t like her politics. Here are just a few of the hundreds of angry responses the Women's March got:
delete this
— i would like to deleta my account, please (@bridgewindsoup) April 18, 2018
shitty people dying is my favorite form of progress.
— MXWELL: FREEDOM ROAST (@maxoncoffee) April 18, 2018
hard pass
— Virgil Texas (@virgiltexas) April 18, 2018
You guys are new at this, right?
— Molly Jong-Fast (@MollyJongFast) April 18, 2018
this is truly embarrassing
— JANUS (@ultraslice) April 18, 2018
— Fannie Lou Hamer stan (@Br3wn) April 18, 2018
Um...no. Please don't honor this woman.
— Fix Your Hearts or Die (@elevatorcore) April 18, 2018
Yo, this is not a good look.
— Yes, I can hear you, Clem Fandango (@Hanksingle) April 18, 2018
And on, and on, and on they go.
Just another small reminder that for the regressive left, girl power extends only so far as the distance you’ll bend your knee to their narrative.