By Patrice Greanville
The devil may wear Prada, sometimes, but it almost always wears a pretty face. Fools the masses more easily that way. I’m referring, of course, to the battalions of Republican women whose looks remind us more of Barbie dolls, beauty queens, models or tv announcers than political operatives for the vilest political party ever to disgrace this benighted land. (Male specimens also abound of this political disease.)
Boundless ambition and a sense of entitlement, a sociopathic lack of moral principles and compassion, and a flat, self-complacent intellect characterize them. And plenty of hypocrisy, the indispensable career glue for any run-of-the-mill American politician or public figure.
For under those movie-star looks and gleaming, multimillion-dollar smiles, beats the great contradiction: a heart largely devoid of kindness, a moral flaw these people sport (or brag about) among their peers with the banal abandon of someone insulated from real criticism, let alone introspection. Meanwhile, the corporate courtesan media, alternatively cowardly, dull, or outright celebratory of such types, shows no intellectual curiosity to even broach these subjects.
Well, let’s face it: It’s probably a class question. We’re talking about the face of privilege or good fortune, a golden journey that usually starts with a big win on the genetic and birth lottery. Regarding that cold heart, just check the addendum story and video below. It speaks volumes about why these people deserve public rebuke and opprobrium instead of praise and admiration.