Davis’ own self-destruction
Wendy Russell Davis is on fire. And I don’t mean that in a good way. I mean it in a five-alarm, set-her-own-skirt-aflame, billowing-human-torch kind of way.
The Democrat darling of the Hollywood left thought her path to the Texas governor’s mansion would be a pink-sneakered walk in the park. Instead, her campaign has imploded.
The high point of Davis’ career came last year when she flamboyantly opposed state restrictions on late-term abortions in the wake of Philadelphia abortionist Kermit Gosnell’s conviction. Gosnell’s clinic provoked national revulsion.
Militant gender-identity politics, however, can only get you so far.
Davis’ gubernatorial bid this past month has been a series of unfortunate, cringe-inducing events exposing her empty soul. She insanely accused her opponent, Republican state Attorney General Greg Abbott, of wanting to ban “interracial marriage.” Abbott’s wife, Cecilia, is the Hispanic granddaughter of Mexican immigrants.
The week before, Davis ridiculed Abbott’s physical disability with a vulgar TV ad featuring an empty wheelchair. Abbott was paralyzed in 1984 when a tree fell on top of him while he was jogging.
To bolster her bona fides, the Davis campaign disseminated a photo of young female “friends” posing on Twitter after voting for the Democrat candidate. The photo, however, turned out to be a pilfered image of young Virginia College Republicans getting out the vote for GOP Senate candidate Ed Gillespie. The “imaginary friends” of Davis became a social media mockfest.
Desperate for positive press, Davis welcomed New York City liberal Jon Stewart to Austin, Texas, for a last-ditch appeal on his comedy show. But Stewart didn’t mention the trail of discredited autobiographical details Davis exploited to gain a national platform.
The Dallas Morning News reported earlier this year that she “blurred” several “key facts” of her rags-to-riches story. As feminists hailed the single mother for putting herself through Harvard University while caring for two young daughters, it emerged that a second husband had taken custody of Davis’ girls, cashed in his 401(k) and secured a loan to support her higher ambitions.
Which-Way Wendy tried to pivot from her biography botch by becoming a born-again Second Amendment rights advocate (after working to ban gun shows while serving on the Fort Worth city council).
She attempted to burnish her border-control credentials by supporting Republican calls for an Ebola travel ban from West African countries (after earlier attacking Abbott over his “’stop the invasion’ rhetoric” and accusing him of disliking “people who don’t look like him”).
And she claimed she would support legislation banning abortions after 20 weeks — after vaulting into the national spotlight with her 13-hour filibuster on the Texas Senate floor last year against the very bill that would have outlawed late-term abortions and cracked down on dangerous clinics like the one Gosnell operated for 15 years.
Wendy Davis bet all her feminist marbles on her chromosomes. After Election Day, all she will have to show for it are well-coifed selfies and the ashes of her Vogue magazine fashion photo spread.
Michelle Malkin is the author of “Culture of Corruption: Obama and his Team of Tax Cheats, Crooks and Cronies” (Regnery 20090).