WHAT WAS THE WOMEN’S MARCH ALL ABOUT?

Has anyone actually worked out yet what that Women’s March over the weekend (01/21) was all about?

Or is it another of those things we’re just supposed to know – and the very fact we don’t know shows precisely how insensitive and unobservant we are?

My initial guess was that it might have been down to one of the following:

*A forgotten anniversary

*An unnoticed new hair do

*A very-much-noticed and far-too-nakedly-lingering glance at Ivanka (or similar)

*Toilet seat left up

*Trash taken out – but without the liner being replaced

*The wrong answer to a question about cellulite or weight or a much-desired but patently unsuitable outfit

*Nothing. No, seriously. There’s nothing wrong. Nothing at all. Really. Nothing.

If any of these had been the reasons, I can quite understand why hundreds of thousands of women took to the streets across the world to express their distress through the medium of screeching, placard-waving and ostentatious sporting of vulva-colored headgear.

I know from years of hard-earned experience, involving not just sisters, girlfriends and wives, but daughters too, that these are the kind of vitally important issues never to be taken lightly let alone mocked even in the most affectionately humorous way.

But apparently – so I have since learned – the march was about none of these things.

According to Madonna it had something to do with blowing up the White House.

According to Michael Moore (not a woman) it was about stopping Betty De Vos (a woman: how does this work, exactly?) from becoming Secretary of Education.

According to Hamas-supporting, hijab-wearing co-organizer Linda Sarsour, it had something to do with that famous supporter of women’s rights, Islam.

According to Hermione Granger it was a lovely excuse to fly over from England with her Mum, to feel humble and try on some new bright red lipstick.

According to at least one of the girls in the photo above I found on Twitter, it’s about “good scince”. Yay! Go, good scince!

And according to former Wall Street Journal reporter Asra Q. Nomani (a woman, though not the right kind as far as the marchers are concerned, presumably), it’s basically just another tentacle of George Soros – the sinister, cat-stroking destroyer-of-worlds who Asra has found to have funded no fewer than 56 of the partners involved in the march.

So: nothing to do with real women with any real, actual, valid concerns they may have about the world, like, say, the enslavement of Yazidi girls in Iraq and Syria or arranged marriages for child brides from Pakistan or genital mutilation of girls in North Africa or Moroccan TV stations teaching battered wives how to cover up their bruises.

Instead: just another random protest march by the usual ragbag of leftist suspects, far too many of them with blue hair, whale-like physiques and terrifying camel-toes the size of the Grand Canyon.

Still, when all is said and done I think we owe those women who took to the streets across the world in their various pod groups a massive favor.

They have reminded us what a Hillary presidency would have looked like every single day for at least four years.

And they have swept away any reservations we may have had about the absolute necessity of having voted for Donald Trump.

British writer James Delingpole is the author of such “fantastically entertaining” books as 365 Ways to Drive a Liberal Crazy, and Welcome To Obamaland: I’ve Seen Your Future And It Doesn’t Work.