A brilliant article by Florence King in the last National Review offered the best explanation of the internet's left-wing barking moonbats that I've ever heard.

Reflecting on the bloggers enraged by GM's "Restore Your Manhood" ad for the Hummer, King writes:

I googled HUMMER MANHOOD AD, and sure enough, I was not alone. The bloggers and their hit men — there were almost no female respondents — had pounced on the subject with a vengeance but with a paucity of ideas. Of the several dozen I read, only a handful said anything interesting or even coherent. A vet challenged the tofu buyer, “Join the army and drive a real one!” A snob observed loftily, “The only kind of men this ad could persuade are those who can’t afford the $48,000 sticker price.” And an earnest family-values booster droned on about being a good husband and father in a tract consisting entirely of clichés.

The rest was nothing more than an adolescent cleverness contest couched in a monotonous stream of obscenities that pulsated with brutal, mocking anger. The consensus of opinion was that any man who bought a Hummer must be under-endowed, rendered by many respondents with the juvenile phrase “a teeny-weeny wienie.” It all boiled down to the S-word, the F-word, and a list of everybody and everything that sucks: driving, not driving, eating meat, eating vegetables, Bush, supermarket scanners, Cheney, card-swiping machines, Rumsfeld, plastic bags, and people who make a point of asking for paper bags in a loud voice to advertise their eco fides when they’re really destroying trees SUCK BIG TIME! TURN THEIR F***ING CHAIN SAWS ON THE F***ERS!

It had nothing to do with the Hummer ad. It was Web Rage, virtually indistinguishable from every other site treating of a controversial subject: the same tightly wound frustration, the same vicious outbursts, the same inarticulate vulgarity, and the same overabundance of males revealing the same things about themselves that they reveal in similar eruptions of Road Rage. American young men are mad, as mad as hell, but they have little choice about whether to take it anymore. Products of a society that views adult manhood as a politically incorrect threat to be held up to ridicule and rendered inadequate, they are incapable of the towering rage of Lear or the baleful imprecations of Achilles. Infantilized by a hostile culture, they cannot rise above the sputtering, foot-stamping tantrums of Rumpelstiltskin.

Our feminized public schools know how to stamp out foot-stamping males. Operating on the principle that the XY chromosome is a genetic disorder, they use Ritalin to soothe the rumpled beast. When it wears off, our feminized counseling industry stands ready to remake maleness in its own image…

Earlier in the article, King had put her finger on the ad's appeal:

As the ad continued to air, my interpretive juices flowed. Next I decided that Hummer was appealing to the silent majority’s seething resentment of political correctness. Most Americans agree that it’s wrong to use outright slurs; what galls them is having to flag their vocabulary to avoid the landmines set to explode when someone trips over a subtle undercurrent. For example, it’s okay to say “masculinity” because you might be getting ready to condemn it, but you can’t say “manhood” because whatever you say next is bound to be something good.

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