#ScaryWhiteFemales

Wokeness.

In a bygone decade it was known as political correctness. A 20th Century prophet coined the term newspeak. What is, isn’t; and what isn’t, is. A societal game of make-believe, where participants walk on egg shells, and self-censor in hushed tones for fear of unwittingly acknowledging the obvious. The sine qua non of a new reality.

In the spirit of H.L. Mencken, comes #ScaryWhiteFemales.

Sixty-six year old John Smith is a throwback. A lover of women (a dirty old man in his wife’s eyes), and defender of all things male. An EPA lifer, four decades in the bowels of the bureaucracy have taught him that everything emanating from Washington for public consumption is illusion. He dimly remembers the land of the free. He reads books: the tired ideas of dead white men, according to his wife, Gert. She wants to move forward.

He is lured to Progress, Oregon—North America’s Progressive Vacation Destination—with the promise of a golf course. An alien land awaits; its economy built around tourism, tolerance, and compost. A gender new frontier; of, by, and for women. With John the unsightly face of the patriarchy; presumed guilty; targeted by a cadre of bra-throwing crazies.

Alternately side-splitting and incisive, #ScaryWhiteFemales is irreverent to the bone. Nothing escapes mildmannered John’s critical eye: from corrupt politicians and the military industrial complex, to smartphone addictions, travel headaches, media talking heads, and TV commercials that addle thought processes.

John squares off against an alluring array of frightening females: from a nine-year-old climate activist, to the nudist leader of the gender studies workshop, to the 240-pound transgender (or not) Chief of the Progress Justice Force. In the end, our hero left to wonder if we wouldn’t all be happier with a return to our traditional roles as men and women, mothers and fathers, and sons and daughters—rather than being reduced by an out-of-control cognoscenti to inconsequential, non-binary subjects.

“In the Dark Ages of identity politics, America is divided into too many victim classes to count; but there is a common enemy—The Toxic White Male. In this hilarious satire, a disillusioned Federal bureaucrat, and staunch libertarian, is lured to Progress, Oregon.” —BookLife Reviews