In a baffling display of what can only be described as modern-day leftist idolatry, liberal radio personality Stephanie Miller has taken hero worship to a whole new level. She recently appeared in a series of photographs where she seemed to be kissing the sneakers of Representative Jasmine Crockett. It seems the photo time in question was not just some casual meeting—it was practically a coronation! Miller was down on her hands and knees, paying homage to a congresswoman as if she were the sole ruler of a small kingdom. This from folks who constantly tout their democratic spirit and chant “no kings” from the rooftops. Irony, much?
In what kind of world is this toe-sucking spectacle considered politically, socially, or even personally appropriate? The kind where virtue-signaling climbs the Himalayan peaks, that’s where. And lo and behold, it’s not just Miller; she was cheered on by a gaggle of grinning supporters who, judging by their ecstatic expressions, seemed to be watching a masterstroke of political art rather than a cringe-worthy public display. The scene is almost too much to wrap your head around, yet here we are, watching this modern political theater, complete with the fawning adoration of a rather unimpressive figure.
Let’s not mince words here: such servility is the antithesis of American independence. Americans don’t bow. Americans don’t prostrate themselves before unjustifiably lauded mediocrity. What message does this send to younger generations? That indiscriminate adulation of political figures, particularly unremarkable ones, should be our compass? Jasmine Crockett, depicted here in the guise of some kind of venerated idol, is neither exceptional nor extraordinary, and yet here she is being treated as some kind of demi-deity because that’s the twisted narrative.
In the grand tapestry of leftist idealism, the elevation of mediocrity has become both art and religion. Qualification takes a backseat as identity politics drives the plot forward. It’s not about the qualification for office or experience in governance anymore—it’s about playing identity cards in the great game of optics. And doesn’t that make those claims about right-wing cults quite laughable? A group of supposedly enlightened followers fawning over someone who would struggle to inspire even a handful of shift workers at a fast-food chain. Yet in this topsy-turvy political climate, we find these spectacles becoming the norm.
As conservatives, it’s high time to shine a spotlight on these absurdities and reaffirm the values that built our great nation—merit, capability, and a fierce refusal to kowtow to feeble political posturing. It’s about raising up leaders who exemplify strength and wisdom, not those whose mediocrity somehow entitles them to a celebration of fawning dedication. Let’s hope the theater of the absurd being played out in these photos soon finds its curtain call, so America can return to standing tall rather than kneeling in misplaced reverence.
