Chelsea Handler, on Bill Maher yesterday, essentially tells us what we all know: it wasn’t Bad Orange Man, per se, who is to blame for the collective Liberal dissolution to ensue after his election in 2016.
The words “President Trump” strike pain and grief in many people, but most of the histrionics we have witnessed since are not owing to Trump, but to the the psychic chaos of misconstrued entitlements on the part of the American privileged class.
Perhaps inadvertently, considering the unharmonious walking disaster this hysterical celebrity has proven to be, Handler describes the dynamic driving the mental affliction at the root of modern SJW-ism.
“I had to pay a psychiatrist to listen to me b—- about Donald Trump for about the first three weeks,” Handler told Maher. “And then once when we got past that and got to the real stuff, I realized the parallel there was my world becoming unhinged when I was a little girl, my brother died when I was nine years old. I had never related the two, but for me, as I can imagine it must have been for so many people, it was an emotional trigger of everything being destabilized and I realized how spoiled and privileged I had been all my life and realize to be this upset and this on-a-ten every day and the outrage and the anger, I just wanted to f—ing fight people, you know? And I was like, ‘I have to go see a psychiatrist.’”
Try to disregard the fact that Handler, at 44, just “learned,” through the help of an overpriced shrink, that her brother’s death when she was a young girl might have just had something to do with her diseased coping mechanisms as an adult; let’s not worry about her displaced sense of Self that removes her from objective cognitive experience (this is a psychic malady that seems to afflict most modern, First World women).
Chelsea Handler’s self-revelation hands us a key insight into liberal guilt afflicting our culture: its roots are not in the hyperbolic President.
The Left’s collective emotional breakdown is the deeper manifestation of a complacent, consumerist, entitled culture that has lost all connection to the trials and rewards of a traditional life well-lived. Modern guilt is a self-imposed pretension that lashes out when confronted with the fruits of historical success.
Thank you Chelsea. You have confirmed what we knew: reason is your (and of all your cohorts) biggest enemy, not Orange Man.