The Price of Admission Is Submission

The Democrats may be the first political party in history to have made emasculation a central part of their appeal to male voters

The Democrats may be the first political party in history to have made emasculation a central part of their appeal to male voters.

And what could better symbolise their elevation of male impotence than the offer of free vasectomies to male attendees at the Democratic National Convention last week?

So-called “reproductive rights” were a central issue at the Convention. In case attendees were in any doubt about this, there was a giant inflatable intra-uterine device just outside the Convention center, for all to see.

Beyond that, in a nearby parking lot, sat a Planned Parenthood RV, where on the Monday of the conference, men could book a free vasectomy. The next day, the mobile clinic offered free abortions. Anti-abortion protesters were kept away by fences and a ring of police, but there were no protests to stop the ten men who volunteered to be sterilised for the good of the cause.

Literal emasculation is now a political gesture, no different from “taking the knee” or gleefully announcing your pronouns to everyone you meet. In the aftermath of the Dobbs decision that overturned Roe v. Wade, there was a significant increase in the number of men seeking vasectomies. According to The Guardian, daily web searches for “Where can I get a vasectomy?” increased by 850% when the draft Dobbs decision was released in May 2022.

“In the current climate,” The Guardian told us, a vasectomy is “a way for men to take a more active stake in big decisions about contraception and reproduction that typically fall to women.”

Having your tubes cut, as a man, and stopping the flow of semen is a gesture of solidarity with women whose reproductive rights are under threat from the Orange Man and his evil acolytes on the Supreme Court—Judges Kavanaugh, Gorsuch, Barrett, Thomas and Alito.

It would be easy enough to dismiss the vasectomy bus as a stunt. After all, only ten men used it, a tiny fraction of the men who actually attended the Convention. And despite the rise in vasectomies after the Dobbs decision, it’s not as if libtards are going out, en masse, and sterilising themselves like a pack of lemmings—however much we might wish they would. It would certainly make things easier if they didn’t reproduce.

But it’s not a stunt. The Democrats really have made emasculation a central part of their appeal to men. The party’s messaging at the conference was loud and clear: Democrat men are different from Republican men, and one of the most important ways they’re different is in their testosterone levels. You see, Democrat men have lower testosterone than Republican men—but that’s actually a good thing. It’s good because it means, most of all, that Democrat men are willing to accept a leader, and a president, who isn’t a man—Kamala Harris.

I’m not reading between the lines here or putting words in anybody’s mouth. Dana Bash actually said this at the conference. Here’s what she said.

The Democrats, she said, are “trying to put forward male figures—Tim Walz being one of them, Doug Emhoff last night—who can speak to men out there who might not be the testosterone-laden, gun-toting kind of guy who wants to listen to Hulk Hogan and the kind of players that came out of the RNC; but also, in addition, understand that it’s okay in 2024 to be a man comfortable in his own skin who supports a woman. And that’s something that they’re really trying to work on with male voters beyond the base.”

Hulk Hogan, if you remember, performed his signature shirt-rip at the Republican National Convention, revealing a Trump-Vance t-shirt underneath. “LET TRUMPAMANIA RUN WILD, BROTHER!” he bellowed, summoning the intensity of the Hulkster in his glorious prime. My testosterone levels increased just watching it. I could actually feel the hair growing on my chest. It was a truly surreal moment, possible only in a nation as big, bad and bold as America, however much its badness and boldness have been diminished in recent years.

What a difference two years makes. That’s how long it’s been since the Tucker Carlson documentary The End of Men, in which I played a starring role alongside Robert F. Kennedy Jr. and a host of my fellow “right-wing bodybuilders” from Twitter. The documentary focused on the catastrophic decline in male fertility parameters—sperm counts and testosterone—over the last fifty years, and its devastating downstream effects on American life. The documentary made it absolutely clear that the health of the nation is a real political issue, and that high testosterone, in particular, is key to having a nation full of strong, motivated, capable men. And that’s what we want, surely?