Daily Beast editor: Casey DeSantis is ‘Walmart Melania’ Trump
Tiana Lowe Doescher
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Gov. Ron DeSantis (R-FL) has not exactly been subtle in weaponizing his telegenic wife on the campaign trail. Casey DeSantis, a television journalist and breast cancer survivor, is widely regarded as the softer and charismatic counterbalance to the Republican governor, and while the first lady of Florida is evidently an omnipresence throughout her husband’s bid for the presidency, she has stuck more to appealing about the personal than the political.
In a preview of the filth to be flung at Mrs. DeSantis by the liberal media, the executive editor of the Daily Beast penned a screed branding Casey “the Walmart Melania” Trump, “a Sunshine State Lady Macbeth,” and “seething with hate.”
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Casey’s crime? Wearing a leather jacket embossed with the DeSantis mantra that Florida is “Where Woke Goes to Die.”
“By contrast” to Donald Trump’s wife, Katie Baker writes, “Casey DeSantis’ coat is just like her husband Ron DeSantis’ campaign: Crude. Grasping. Saying the ugly part out loud. Whereas Trump would wink-wink at the fascists—who can forget his dog whistle to the ‘very fine people on both sides’ at Charlottesville—DeSantis wants to peel off Trump’s base by being even more explicit about who he intends to target. You can see it right there on his wife’s jacket: DeSantis’ Florida is where the woke go to die—and a lot of other people die as well.”
The jacket itself, Baker writes, “brought to mind nothing so much as the racks of a Red State big-bin store where it would be retailing for $24.99.”
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In 1,330 words, we get the progressive sexism of pitting two perfectly polite women against each other on the basis of their looks and their husbands, the media’s classist disdain for the country’s third most popular department store, and a not-so-thinly-veiled insult that other breast cancer survivors — but obviously not Casey — “have stared death in the face and came out the other side incandescently glowing with life and with love.”
Casey DeSantis, advertising the personal virtues of Ron, not the political agenda, is not Hillary Clinton, trying to ride her husband’s coattails and promising two presidents for the price of one. Casey is not Melania, who has evidently made the perfectly reasonable decision to focus on parenting her teenage son instead of striding through Sioux City on stilettos from sunrise until midnight. And guess what? Both Casey’s campaigning and Melania’s privacy are valid personal choices that people (and ostensibly the feminists at the Daily Beast) ought to respect. But the past is usually prologue, and if nearly a decade of sexist smears at Melania is any indication, the absolute worst media treatment of Casey is yet to come.