The Democratic party is now messianic

The New York Times recently announced that Democrats face a “voter registration crisis.” With its delicate, frilly font, the Times story agonized over younger voters, Latinos, and men, especially young black men, who appear to be drifting away from the Democratic party. The Times diagnosis? It’s an accounting problem: The party isn’t signing up enough people. Its cure, predictably, was more money, more organization and more clipboards.

This is the answer you’d expect from a bureaucracy. If the shelves are full of unsold tins of beans, the problem is obviously the warehouse.

In truth, Democrats don’t have a logistics problem. They have a product problem. Americans don’t want to buy the party they are selling.

For decades Democrats have treated politics as an engineering exercise. Build the machine, crank the levers, identify and register the aggrieved which, conveniently, they manufacture. Registering black voters, the Times worries, “cost $575 per vote in 2020,” about the same as 100 Grande Blonde Vanilla Lattes at Starbucks! But the cost of collecting these customers is high because they keep walking out of the shop. They are spitting out the drink.

The Democratic party has come to embody a politics of national and personal self-degradation: Democrats are required to apologize for living in a strong country, profiting from its economy, and displaying the well-known privilege of ambition. The only time Democrats can define manhood is when they demand it request forgiveness.

Millions of young men, Latinos, and blue-collar workers are not impressed.

It isn’t simply immigration or inflation driving men out of the Democratic party. The fuel for the exodus is cultural. When a man works hard, plays by the rules and still can’t support his family, the wound is to his identity, not just his wallet. When he’s laughed at for his alleged toxicity, it is emasculating.

American culture has spent decades mocking fatherhood and sanding down the manly virtues of competitiveness and responsibility. Now the bill has come due. After years of derision, masculinity is walking out of the Democratic party and fighting back.

Trump’s language of strength resonates with women who want to put back the man back into manliness. It resonates with Hispanics, young Black men, Gen Z men, and union workers. In Republican strength, they see an antidote to chaos: not just to national chaos, but the chaos of their own diminished lives.

The Left has traded a culture of common strength for a government of weakness and separation. Democrats who used to carry rifles to defend the country now carry tote-bags to get a chai tea. But American men are not ready to give up on who they could still be.

When Democrats invent new genders and quarrel over pronouns, they assault the connective cultural tissue that holds our nation together. The Democrats have not merely tolerated this erosion; they’ve fed on it. A confident nation does not require a self-anointed clerisy to micro-manage its language and thought. It does not need political priests to enforce woke commandments. But a weakened, divided people may. That is why the Democratic party exists.

If Democrats were honest, they would admit their woke hierarchy has failed. Defunding police unleashed crime. Open borders invited chaos. Spending produced crushing inflation. Pretending men can be women destroyed women, not just women’s sports.

But they cannot say these things because the Democratic party has become messianic. It does not pass laws to solve problems. It passes them to award its supporters a halo of moral superiority. Failure is irrelevant; every new radical program delivers the one thing the party truly values: a sense of being better than the rest of us.

The Times and the Democratic party, to the vanishing degree they remain separate entities, are wrong. They don’t have a voter-registration crisis. They have an identity crisis. Our saviors can’t admit they cannot save us. The Democratic party is broken because its soul is.