West: We need strong women to raise American men!
And . . .
WEST: We need you to come in and lock shields, and strengthen up the men who are going to the fight for you. To let these other women know on the other side—these planned Parenthood women, the Code Pink women, and all of these women that have been neutering American men and bringing us to the point of this incredible weakness—to let them know that we are not going to have our men become subservient. That’s what we need you to do. Because if you don’t, then the debt will continue to grow . . . deficits will continue to grow.
As a close reading of Lacan's text instantly attests however, the opposition we are dealing with is not that of being versus having, but rather the opposition of to have/to appear: woman is not the phallus, she merely appears to be to be phallus, and this appearing (which of course is identical with femininity qua masquerade) points towards a logic of lure and deception. Phallus can perform its function only as veiled-the moment it is unveiled, it is no longer phallus; what the mask of femininity conceals is therefore not directly the phallus but rather the fact that there is nothing behind the mask. In a word, phallus is a pure semblance, a mystery which resides in the mask as such. On that account, Lacan can claim that a woman wants to be loved for what she is not, not for what she truly is: she offers herself to man not as herself, but in the guise of a mask. Or, to put it in Hegelian terms: phallus does not stand for an immediate Being but for a Being which is only insofar as it is "for the other", i.e., for a pure appearing. On that account, the Freudian primitive is not immediately the unconscious, he is merely unconscious for us, for our external gaze: the spectacle of his unconscious (primitive passions, exotic rituals) is his masquerade by means of which like the woman with her masquerade, he fascinates the other's (our) desire.West doesn't have the phallus. Something is missing that he can't quite put his finger on. But that mysterious other person, the woman who supports Planned Parenthood, menstruates, and does all sorts of confounding "womanly" things appears to have it. She must have stolen West's wholeness, his mastery of the world around him. He must quickly snatch it back to retain the illusory fullness that was never there to begin with.
And don't even get me started on the before-the-fall myths that he's constructing out of movies like 300. If only we had never ceded so much to these . . . these females, things would be going perfectly. In Eden man was man and in control of reality. That damn Eve ate the apple, women got the vote and the morning after pill, and now everything's fucked. We can blame the women (or some different hated Other du jour) to rationalize our symbolic impotence and get to sleep at night.