The Male Democrat

Analyzing the worst campaign ad of all-time

The Harris-Walz campaign is struggling to find men willing vote for a retard and a faggot. The polls show that men aren’t inspired by Tim Walz’ prey eyes or flamboyant mannerisms. So the strong women and gay men at the Harris campaign took charge and created perhaps the most out-of-touch campaign ad ever made.

I’m sorry you had to sit through that. Yes, it’s unbearable, but Democrats’ perception of what appeals to men is just as cringe as it is hilarious. If they had even a shred of intelligence they would have filmed a man holding a small bag of coke luring Sydney Sweeney and Ana de Armas into a bathroom stall. The door closes and their panties drop. “Harris/Walz 2024”

Not only would that never happen but the idea wouldn’t even grace their consciousness because the women who wrote the script haven’t been around an actual man in years. The people who do this for a living have ideologically enclosed inner-circles. Men worth their salt don’t work for Democrat political campaigns nor do they “hang out” with psychotic liberals. That ad was written by white women in their 30’s pumped to the brim with pharmaceuticals, sassy black men, and skinnyfat white knights with Reddit beards. They have no experience with how men who aren’t faggots actually are.

To a Democrat, the ideal man wakes up and has a glass of bourbon with a side of carburetor. He asks for directions to the gym, deadlifts 500lbs, then comes home and cooks a rare steak with a side of his favorite donuts. Then he tends to his horse and works on his car then runs inside to give his family bear hugs and “braids the shit” out of his daughter’s hair. He cries in front of them at dinner, puts the kids to bed then watches Good Will Hunting with his wife and cries again. Just another day in the life of the ideal male Democrat.

The actors they chose reveal Democrats have zero Gaydar given they’re all clearly homosexuals. The sassy and obese racially ambiguous Latinx and the fella who crosses his legs while sitting on a truck with the SSRI-stare stand out most of all.

Similarly to most movies, they created characters who aren’t even slightly relatable. Everyone knows their local biker hippie who casually says normal things like “I’m a man, man.” Your gym doesn’t have a black bodybuilder who calmly imparts sage wisdom?