I read that some priggish Evangelicals are abandoning Trump after hearing the recording in which he talked about women with an abandon that was calculated to scandalize Sunday-school teachers and women’s studies majors (between whom it is often hard to distinguish). These bloodless ingénues (of both sexes) need to get out more. When Henry Kissinger said that, “power is the greatest aphrodisiac,” he was not speaking primarily about the effect that power has on powerful men. Power also works its titillating magic on not-so-powerful women, and although they do not always yield to its charm, neither do they always resist.
To be shocked by the bawdy banter of a swaggering millionaire, who spent his life in post-sexual-revolution Babylon, and whose appetites were constrained by neither religious scruple, nor feminist fear, is simply to reveal a colossal stupidity about the world. (Or, perhaps, brazen, opportunistic dishonesty.) Read St. Augustine, Mrs. Grundy! Though you are not “of the world,” there is no prize for being utterly clueless about the world.
Sexual purity is not aided by sexual priggery. On the contrary, sound Christian sexual ethics are founded on unflinching realism about the nature of human sexuality in the absence of Christian sexual ethics. And this most certainly includes unflinching realism about female sexuality.
Christianity has been very nearly asphyxiated by an estrogenic cloud of sexual stupidity. This estrogenic cloud engenders a hallucination that living in Christ is no different than living in a Dudley Do-Right cartoon. To those laboring under this delusion, let me break it to you gently. There is a very good chance that Nell Fenwick got a tingle every time Snidely Whiplash tied her to the railroad tracks, and there is an absolute certainty that Sergeant Do-Right left her cold.
The Orthosphere does not make political endorsements. Its readership is too catholic, and the weight of its opinion is too binding, for us to guide our readers through the petty fracas of electoral politics. So prigs we leave free to indulge their priggery. But I, for one, believe we must never miss an opportunity to take a nail-studded cudgel to the pallid milksops of epicene Christianity, or to throw open a window and dispel the fug of this estrogenic cloud.