The spectacular self-immolation of Wendy Davis
By Michelle Malkin
MichelleMalkin.com
Wendy Russell Davis is on fire.
And I don’t mean that in a good way.
I mean it in a five-alarm, set-her-own-skirt-aflame,
billowing-human-torch kind of way. To say that Davis
is smokin’ hot is not a compliment. It’s a campaign
incineration status update.
The Democratic darling of the Hollywood Left and
glamour gal of abortion thought her path to the
Texas governor’s mansion would be a
pink-sneakered walk in the park. Instead, her
single-issue campaign has combusted.
The high point of Davis’ career came last year when
she
flamboyantly opposed state restrictions on late-term
abortions in the wake of
Philadelphia death-doc abortionist Kermit Gosnell’s
baby-killing spree. Gosnell’s conviction
provoked
national revulsion at abortion gone wild. But
Davis’ radical supporters at the Texas Capitol
donned
tampon earrings and waved uterus flags in
solidarity with abortion rights at any cost. Planned
Parenthood ghouls and celebrity femmes latched on to
La Davis.
Militant gender identity politics, however, can only
get you so far.
Davis’ gubernatorial bid the past month has been a
series of unfortunate, cringe-inducing events
exposing her empty soul. Last week, she insanely
accused her opponent, Republican State Attorney
General Greg Abbott, of wanting to
ban “interracial marriage.” Abbott’s wife,
Cecilia, is the
Hispanic granddaughter of Mexican immigrants.
The week before, Davis
ridiculed Abbott’s physical disability with a
vulgar TV ad featuring an empty wheelchair.
Abbott was paralyzed in 1984 when a tree fell on top
of him while he was jogging. In response to a
bipartisan backlash against her crass campaign
insensitivity, Davis
doubled down by attacking Abbott for lacking
“empathy” — while she cynically surrounded herself
at a damage-control press event with disabled human
shields (one of whom had to be
dragged away from the podium by a Davis staffer
while the crowd waited in awkward silence for the
next speaker).
To bolster her Girl Power bona fides, the Davis
campaign disseminated a photo of young female
“friends” posing on Twitter last week after voting
for the Democratic candidate. The tweet carried the
hashtag “#GenWendy.” Like, you know, “Generation
Wendy.” The photo, however, turned out to be a
pilfered image of young Virginia College Republicans
getting out the vote for GOP gubernatorial candidate
Ed Gillespie. “All out of support, Wendy?” a
Virginia CR spokeswoman jibed. The
“imaginary friends” of Wendy became a social
media mockfest.
Desperate for positive press,
Wendy welcomed New York City liberal Jon Stewart to
Austin, Texas, for a last-ditch appeal on his
comedy show Wednesday night. Quel appropriate: a
professional clown propping up a miserable joke of a
candidacy. Trailing in all the major polls, bleeding
cash and abandoned by women voters by double-digits,
Davis turned to Stewart to get out the vote and
pump up anemic sales of her book, “Forgetting to Be
Afraid.”
Stewart forgot to mention the trail of discredited
autobiographical details Davis exploited to gain a
national platform. The Dallas Morning News reported
earlier this year that she
“blurred” several “key facts” of her rags-to-riches
story. As feminists hailed the single mother for
putting herself through Harvard University while
caring for two young daughters, it emerged that a
second husband had
taken custody of Wendy’s girls, cashed in his 401(k)
and secured a loan to support her higher ambitions
(before she divorced him
on the day he finished paying off her college debts).
Which-Way Wendy tried to pivot from her biography
botch by becoming a
born-again Second Amendment rights advocate
(after working to ban gun shows while serving on the
Fort Worth city council).
Me-Too Wendy attempted to burnish her border-control
credentials by
supporting Republican calls for an Ebola travel ban
from West African countries (after earlier
attacking Abbott over his
“‘stop the invasion’ rhetoric” and accusing him of
disliking “people who don’t look like him.”
And in the ghastliest
turnaround since Linda Blair’s head spin in “The
Exorcist,” No-Shame Wendy claimed she would
support legislation banning abortions after 20 weeks—after
vaulting into the national spotlight with her
13-hour back-brace-and-comfy-shoes-aided filibuster
on the Texas Senate floor last year against the very
bill that would have outlawed late-term abortions
and cracked down on filthy, dangerous abortion
clinics like the one serial baby-killer Gosnell
operated for 15 years thanks to
shoddy government oversight and abortion-rights
apathy.
Callous evil is as callous evil does.
The lady parts-obsessed liberal bet all her feminist
marbles on her chromosomes. After Election Day, all
Wendy Davis will have to show for it are
well-coifed selfies and the ashes of her
Vogue magazine fashion photo spread.
Creators Syndicate
Copyright 2014