The Killing Power of Feminism
Election 2014 for New Zealand is over.
It’s been an interesting election in many ways, some of which are discussed on this site in posts over the last 6 months while others are so not relevant to us here; collectively this has been overwhelming, in the media and on the outcome of the election, but what should not escape us is the dramatic and very real depiction of political feminism in action.
It has been history in the making and in time to come this election will be seen as a point of feminism reaching a critical mass and ignition – we’ve got a crash site to inspect.
It centres on the NZ Labour Party, which has suffered a crushing defeat – the party, the home of the left, hasn’t been this low for almost a century. The post NZ Labour Abandons Men, will take you through a brief outline of the formation of the Labour Party.
The Party began to morph from its traditional roots during the Lange Ministry back in the 1980s, following the Muldoon era. As women began to venture into politics Labour increasing became the home of the feminist, then the Red Fems.
By 1999 (the devil had risen) with Helen Clark at the helm of a victorious Labour Party the country was taken to a place it had never been – the new era of women. It lasted 3 parliamentary terms, which is 9 years in our political landscape, and we saw a dramatic feminisation of government, police, education, and family law.
Something else was also happening within the confines of the party – the feminists were now in control – and the white knights were emerging. Anyone already in the party who did not drink from the Holy Grail of feminism was increasingly isolated (Refer the Jones Boy) and anyone not prepared to worship the hallowed ground had little chance of getting anywhere near the greater power base of the party.
Labour lost the 2008 election and Clark immediately abandoned the party for a job at the United Nations. She’s not a silly person, she had been the single voice of Labour for nine years, and she knew the quality and competence of those she had gathered around her – a bunch of loyal idiots.
To a certain extent it had been a one-woman crusade to the top – to be the first woman Prime Minister, and what she left behind was a unstable mess. One that would continue to pursue more radical feminist policies, encourage more marginal thinking, and a narrower range of feminist compliant members throughout the party.
When it came to the election build up this year, we saw the usual doggy research promoting the usual doggy legislation and it looked like business as usual, until party leader David Cunliffe opened the campaign with his apology for being a man.
The day had come – radical feminism was about to take a shot at leading the country.
Cunliffe talked about turning the Office of the Prime Minister into a cross-ministry headquarters, to stamp out the existence of all sexual and domestic violence against women. The great white knight had arisen, the former diplomat on his path to fulfil his dream of being Prime Minister, or so he thought.
Cunliffe, a former minister in the Clark government had long been flipping the bird at men – there’d been a decade of very visible feminist arrogance, but now he was leading an even bigger mess than Clark had left. He wasn’t leading a party, but a gaggle of marginalists, and a collection of policy that wouldn’t constitute a school play, let alone a platform on which to run a country.
In fact he wasn’t even leading a party, the party was leading him; he was trying to sell us the beliefs of the feminist congregation in the back room (they’ve bought themselves to the point of religious bigotry) – he is the son of a preacher man. It didn’t work. As noted above the party returned its worst result in almost a century.
Now, there’s a massive mess, the party is in meltdown, the caucus is in crisis mode, there’s desperation from the feminists and naturally they have turned on Cunliffe for the failure. He doesn’t want to go, stop living his dream; it’s beyond farcical – it’s an embarrassment to the political credibility of the country.
It’s too late, ‘mate’, you’ve shown us what you’re made of, you’ve cut your cloth, and you got what you deserved.
But where has that left us?
Right back where we started from?
The unrepresented man fighting a growing aristocracy?
The aristocracy looks a little different, visually and dynamically with women in a different place, but it’s the same pattern of history.
And are men fighting for their families, political representation, and a fair go?
No, this time we are fighting for ourselves. Women have abandoned us for what they think is a better offer. They’ve got the political representation that we haven’t.
What of the Labour Party?
There will be a new leader, or new leaders if speculation is correct. But don’t for a minute think the tiger is about to change its stripes – no it’s the girls and gays party now.
So watch this space.
Related post: Feminist adjustment in New Zealand Election