As I write, Trump just wrapped up a euphoric Madison Square Garden event. Its packed audience was treated to an evening of common sense, humor and America-loving courage—a New York taste of Reaganesque optimism. Best of all, this spectacle occurred right in the middle of the Left’s vaunted stronghold; and who didn’t love the blazing rendition New York, New York at the end?

While anything could happen by election day, the political juxtaposition of bold optimism and demonic lusts couldn’t be more revealing. While Kamala’s scowling camp salivates over abortion and porn, Trump’s crowd celebrated a return to safety, prosperity, and Constitutional freedoms. While Kamala tries to repackage her tired incoherence with fake accents and Beyonce “vibes”, Trump continues to gather a true diversity of freedom-loving Americans, many drawn from Kamala’s own disaffected party.

One especially bright spot in our political moment is the resurgence of public manhood. Admittedly, it doesn’t yet resemble the brawn of older generations, but it at least aspires to their greatness. After spending the last four years silently ducking the left’s hormonal rage, men are finally emerging from the political forest. One by one, they step out of its shadows—a growing brotherhood of those who aren’t willing to let the he/hims destroy their world anymore.

The left, ever ignorant of human nature, never considered that the repulsive creations of their radical agenda would one day face reckoning in the real world—and in the real world, people got tired of the Frankensteins. The sporty girls didn’t want to share locker rooms with hulking and mentally-ill males, much less hand over their medals to them. High school boys couldn’t be convinced that “some males menstruate,” much to Tampon Tim’s chagrin. People didn’t admire drag queens, criminal migrants, “trans-men” or terrorists—weird!

Somehow, they imagined that the pale men of the left—syrupy, apologetic buffoons who’d prefer that girls rule the world—would lead their suicidal movement to unseat the Y chromosome. They imagined that the actual men would let this charade go on endlessly, eventually surrendering their chivalry, muscle, wit, and instincts at the altar of progressivism. They were wrong.

Real and honorable men have always existed, and they are a far cry from the pajama-boy heroes of the Left. While such manliness certainly isn’t limited to outdoorsmen, it’s reliably found among such. Last weekend, my son-in-law took a big group of guys to a farm, where they hunted, ate, watched football, and generally enjoyed manly fellowship in the unfettered freedom of South Georgia. My daughter, not offended by this manly getaway, sent solid rations to feed this crowd, which included several college boys, a couple married guys, and a few happy dogs. (There is a reason why northerners want to come down South for college, and this scenery is one of them.)

As a mom to three boys—two of whom joined the happy weekend—I have witnessed the younger generation’s growing annoyance with far-left scolds. In 2020, our boys were emasculated, with our schools doing their best to shame them into radical effeminacy; but the ensuing explosion of online meme mockery has since rendered the Left the never-ending butt of their jokes. In 2024, they are learning to behave like men, laughing at the Left, and enjoying life anyways—amid many prayers that authentic manhood will flourish again in a country that desperately needs courageous and quick-witted leadership.

On an even larger scale, we humans—as God’s own creation—reflect the insurmountable Design, and no political maneuvers will change that. Biology won’t bow to DEI committees, human nature won’t bend to utopian schemes, and our deepest needs will never be satisfied by so many perverse counterfeits. To my own boys I’ll confirm that Truth is stubborn, though veiled to darkened minds—so defend it always, keep your virtue, and “you’ll be a Man, my son”.

This originally appeared on Restoring Truth.

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