I’m old enough to remember when criticizing the president of the United States and his family, for any reason and no matter how mildly, was just about the worst thing you could do. You couldn’t disagree with Obama’s policies, you couldn’t point out his numerous factual errors and outright lies, you couldn’t mock his gaffes, and you certainly couldn’t crack any jokes about his personal appearance. If you did, that meant you were a racist. On Nov. 4, 2008, Utopia dawned, and suddenly dissent was treason.

Thankfully, those days are over! Once more, it’s socially acceptable to say mean things about the POTUS. And you can bet that our moral, ethical, and intellectual betters are making the most of the opportunity.

Take Joss Whedon. (Please!) He created TV shows like Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Firefly, and he wrote and directed the first two Avengers movies. He seemed to be doing really well for himself. Then he tried to salvage what was left of the Justice League movie, and his ex-wife accused him of sleeping with a bunch of actresses who worked for him, and Hillary Clinton lost the 2016 presidential election. I’m not sure which of those traumatic events hit him hardest, but clearly, he is now a broken man.

Just look at Whedon’s latest cry for help.

“My hate and sadness are exhausting. Die, Don. Just quietly die.”

This is way out of line, and that’s coming from a cuck RINO #NeverTrumper like me. A Hollywood director is openly calling for the death of the president. It’s insane. I guess it’s supposed to be okay because he specifies it should happen “quietly”?

Just try to imagine if a famous person had said this to Obama when he was president. Not just some Flyover Country bumpkin blogger like me, but a guy who directs blockbuster movies. He’d be run out of Hollywood on a rail. He’d never work again. His career would be deader than Kevin Spacey’s.

Whedon might be at that point in his career already, even if it’s voluntary. I guess he thinks he has nothing left to lose, so he may as well publicly wish death on the president.

I’m not sure if this is a matter for the Secret Service, but it’s definitely a matter for Whedon’s friends and family. If they love him and care about his well-being, they must intervene as soon as possible. He’s in trouble and he needs help.

For a somewhat less disturbing example of the New Dissent, just look at Jimmy Kimmel. He’s been #woke for a while now: openly weeping over the death of Cecil the Lion, holding up his infant child and calling Republicans heartless murderers, etc. Kimmel’s seething contempt for anybody to the right of Chuck Schumer is evident, and the new late-night war is to see which network host hates Trump the most. So Kimmel’s recent treatment of Melania is par for the course:

The minute a Republican is elected president, libs suddenly realize that photo ops are fake and the first lady doesn’t actually do any real work. That’s how it’ll be until the next time a Democrat gets elected, and then they’ll go back to oohing and ahhing over everything the first lady (or gentleman?) does.

It seems pretty mean to target the Melania for the way she talks. We weren’t supposed to mock Michelle Obama for the way she talks. Or dresses. Or scowls. Now, though, it’s just fine.

Lefties keep telling me that Trump is suppressing free speech, just because he fires off an angry tweet anytime he hears something he doesn’t like on Fox & Friends. Yet everywhere you look, people are mocking and criticizing the first family. Comedians are actually competing with each other on national TV to see who can be the most outlandishly cruel. They’re speaking freely about their leaders. They’re not being suppressed at all.

If you didn’t like this stuff when Obama was president and you love it now, or if you loved it then and hate it now, that just means you’re a partisan hack. You don’t have any principles beyond “MY TRIBE GOOD.” I thought dissent was fine between 2009-2016, and I think dissent is fine now. That’s why I’ve been exiled from both tribes, and it’s fine by me.

You guys can keep taking the cheapest shots possible at each other, all while pretending you’re acting on principle. I’ll be up here in the cheap seats, enjoying the show.