Liberals. Sigh!

Liberals and their notions of ideological purity is the reason we continue to have a right-wing government.

While they revel in and celebrate their myths of 56-inch chests and 22-hour workdays, their laal-laal aankh and muscular majoritarianism (and vote based on that), all of which are made of wispy vapour and based on wild imagination and flights of fantasy, when a politician whose almost every stance and position matches the liberal one walks 3,000km through rain and shine, sunstroke-inducing heat and bone-chilling cold, when this politician, who has been labelled as pampered and dismissed as a spoilt brat of a pseudo-royal family, does so without ever needing a cap or a jacket or an umbrella, when he walks to spread love and heal the fractured society, speaking the language of unity & fraternity, all in a tee shirt and cargoes, the ideologically pure liberal scoffs at anyone even suggesting that this politician might be tough mentally and physically and perhaps have the potential of leading this country out of the swamp in which toxic lotuses bloom, not realising that not only that he is tough is an objective and established fact now, but the carefully curated image of the ‘tough guys’ on the right needs demolition as part of the process of bringing them down, because, as history has proven time and again, nothing brings down an authoritarian regime faster than their backers’ loss of belief in their masculinity.

That is why the right wing keeps winning. Because liberals are chutiyaas.