Girly-Men

John Derbyshire, writing in his November Diary, holds forth on what has become of America:

Randall Parker wonders why we are such pussies about these Somali pirates. Well, why wouldn't we be? We're pussies about everything else.

We're pussies about capital punishment. Instead of speedily dispatching psychopaths who commit beastly murders, we give them fifteen years of free gym time and cable TV while we wring our hands about their rights. Then, if we finally decide to give the swine what they deserve, we make their exit as hygienic and painless as possible. Why? Because we're squealing, simpering girlies, that's why.

We're pussies about enemy nations, embarking on decades-long, trillion-dollar campaigns to make them love us, instead of quick ten-million-dollar lessons in why they should fear us. Why? Because we seek love and approval, like the furrowed-brow, teary-eyed, compassionate pansies we are.

We're pussies about people who come to our country without permission, stay here without permission, work without permission, and leech on our school, hospital, and welfare systems. Eisenhower rounded them up and expelled them, but we're assured we can't do that. We can't, we can't. Why can't we? Because we are timid, cringing, mincing, driveling, sniveling, weeping, moaning, soft, flabby, PC pussies, that's why.

Nothing I can add to that, really...