The militant environmentalist walks arm-in-arm with the pro-choice advocate in the gay pride parade.
Feminism, union love, pro-choice, pro-GLBT, environmentalism, anti-war, anti-capitalism, anti-capital punishment etc.. All pillars of the Liberal Movement's Big Tent.
But what is the "GLUE" that holds them together? Such varied interests, what binds and attracts them to each other?
I'm trying to wrap my head around Liberalism, and I'd like all of the input I can get.
What do you think?
Showing posts with label liberals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label liberals. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Liberal Civility
As we all know the call of the hour is for civility. Actually that has been the clarion call of the left for decades now.(When it suits their purpose.) The left has attempted to remove all aggressiveness, displays of masculinity, competition, etc, from the public realm. The only acceptable display of masculinity is when it comes from a woman. They seem to like frilly boys, and tough girls.
"No Bullying!" has been the mantra from our schools, and it has now spilled over into the social networks as well. No dodgeball in school, it's too violent. There are no losers allowed anymore, everyone who participates gets a ribbon. This is their social and civil philosophy as well. If you participate in breathing, you get a prize. A PRIZE? Well what do they win? Show 'em Jenna. For simply breathing here in the United States of America, you get a Free Education, Free Housing, Free Healthcare, Free Cellphones, Free Electricity, Free Heating, Free Food, Free Childcare, Free Transportation, and a Nanny that will watch what you eat for you!! If you should be so foolish as to work a job however, some of these winnings will be unavailable to you.
Back to civility... I was astonished at how the left reacted in blaming Sarah Palin for the tragic shootings in Tuscon, Az. Military terms have been used in politics since the beginning of politics. The word campaign itself is a military term. But the left instantly tried to neuter, and remove all passion from the other side of the debate. Political Correctness became the preferred method of Censorship. No longer are we allowed to talk of "Defeating" or "Targeting" the opposition. For that matter, I don't even know if we are allowed to have "opposition" any more.
Sensitivity is the objective. We don't want to offend anybody. This is why we don't "target" young men of Middle Eastern descent at our airports. We are careful not to offend. Now we do strip searches, and nude body scans on every one except the young Middle Eastern men, because we still don't want to offend them.
It's Amazing what you can find on Facebook! Hypocrisy is so quickly exposed. Just surf around on a few of your liberal friends' photo pages... Hmmmmmm. It's curious. What ever happened to Civility?
Here's one man's idea of civility directed at Sarah Palin.
ISLAM
"No Bullying!" has been the mantra from our schools, and it has now spilled over into the social networks as well. No dodgeball in school, it's too violent. There are no losers allowed anymore, everyone who participates gets a ribbon. This is their social and civil philosophy as well. If you participate in breathing, you get a prize. A PRIZE? Well what do they win? Show 'em Jenna. For simply breathing here in the United States of America, you get a Free Education, Free Housing, Free Healthcare, Free Cellphones, Free Electricity, Free Heating, Free Food, Free Childcare, Free Transportation, and a Nanny that will watch what you eat for you!! If you should be so foolish as to work a job however, some of these winnings will be unavailable to you.
Back to civility... I was astonished at how the left reacted in blaming Sarah Palin for the tragic shootings in Tuscon, Az. Military terms have been used in politics since the beginning of politics. The word campaign itself is a military term. But the left instantly tried to neuter, and remove all passion from the other side of the debate. Political Correctness became the preferred method of Censorship. No longer are we allowed to talk of "Defeating" or "Targeting" the opposition. For that matter, I don't even know if we are allowed to have "opposition" any more.
Sensitivity is the objective. We don't want to offend anybody. This is why we don't "target" young men of Middle Eastern descent at our airports. We are careful not to offend. Now we do strip searches, and nude body scans on every one except the young Middle Eastern men, because we still don't want to offend them.
It's Amazing what you can find on Facebook! Hypocrisy is so quickly exposed. Just surf around on a few of your liberal friends' photo pages... Hmmmmmm. It's curious. What ever happened to Civility?
Here's one man's idea of civility directed at Sarah Palin.
I won't bother posting comments, because this is a family show. It's very confusing looking at the photo-shopped pictures on the lib's pages, concerning Sarah Palin. She is either a porn star, America's greatest threat, or the Devil, the opinions are pretty evenly split. It is quite interesting that they can't quit talking about her though. Anyways, Cross+hairs on a map, or this?.... Civility?...Hypocrisy?
ISLAM
Do you remember a few years ago, when that newspaper ran a cartoon of Mohammad with a bomb in his turban? Remember the embassies that burned? The death threats? That will teach them for insinuating that Islam is violent! Remember Mohammed is simply a prophet, he is not the God of Islam. A mere man. And yet people died for daring to insult his memory. The liberals stood in unison with the Radical Muslims,(and Yes, I know that there are millions of peace loving Muslims in the world.) that all the world should respect their beliefs. "Where is the sensitivity?" they asked.
CHRISTIANITY
Back to Hypocrisy... When someone places a crucifix in a bowl of urine, the left was quick to label it as "Art".
They defend tax-payer dollars going to support the "Art" display of Jesus engaging in homosexual activities.
A wee bit of a double standard perhaps????
Back to Facebook... I was very disappointed to run into this post last evening.
Now is this offensive? Remember Jesus was not just a prophet of the Cristian religion, He is the God of the Christian religion, in the flesh. Most Christians would find this extremely offensive whether it depicted Ronald Reagan or Barak Obama. This is not a political statement. It is an offensive one. What was even more disturbing were the comments that followed. After I stated my disapproval, this guy proceeded to try to justify his hatred of Christianity by citing the crusades, and the Salem Witch Trials. I implored the man(term used liberally) to please stay relevant and possibly even in the current century. What does the actions of an evil group of people have to do with today. It doesn't matter what flag of religion they carried their oppressions out under, they simply were not Christian in their act or conduct. Hateful man goes on to name Jim Jones and David Koresh as his reasons for being offensive to all Christians. WHAT? Two psychos, that were soundly renounced by mainstream Christianity. After begging the man to not use someone else's hate to fuel his own, to be bigger than bigotry, he deleted all my posts, but not his offensive photo.
An edited taste (for decency's sake) of some of the comments.
And How about another one?
I guess respect and decency toward others is a thing of the past.
What do you think? Offensive discriminatory behavior toward Christians, or is it just all in good fun. Tasteful art. Please leave your opinion below. Thanks for reading.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Vegetable Liberation Front
The dank musty smell of exposed earth wafts to their nostrils replacing the pungent stench of exhaust fumes. Their nostrils are unaccustomed to this new scent, as they inhabit the blacktopped expanses of the city.
New smells.
Foreign smells.
The biting odor of goldenrod mixing with red oak leaves. Freshly fallen and crushed under foot.
These scents assault their senses, yet they are not singularly aware of them. They blend with the emotion of the moment to create an incredible elixir of adrenaline and sensuality. Gone are the smog laden reminders of the homeland, this is a new and glorious endeavor!
Their numbers are not great, though the task before them certainly is.
Just three.
A trio of committed warriors.
Some would question the validity of the cause for which they fight. Some just haven’t seen the cruelty that they’ve witnessed.
When you have looked evil incarnate dead in the eye, and have seen the destruction left in it’s wake, it changes you. It puts a passion in your soul that others may not comprehend.
Theirs is not a self serving battle. Nay-the battle they fight is for the innocent. No grandeur, nor notoriety will come their way, nor do they seek such recognition. Their reward is the satisfaction of righting the wrong, freeing the captive, giving voice to speechless, and defense to the helpless. These mercenaries fight for freedom. The freedom they fight for is not their own. To hear the voice of the liberated, is the only compensation they desire.
There is nothing that stirs their passion like the exploitation of the innocent, and that is what has called these freedom fighters to duty tonight.
Before the sun breaks the horizon in the morning, evil will have taken a serious blow and justice will have been served!
Step after step, they plod on in the darkness. The night sounds, at first startling and unsettling, have now become familiar.
The far away hoot of the Great Horned Owl.
The call of the whippoorwill.
The scurrying of the small creatures of the night, rustles in the fallen leaves.
The nocturnal chatter is intermittently interrupted by their own voices, as they reaffirm the reason behind tonight’s mission.
“We have got to stand up for the oppressed.”
“I know. If we don’t do something about the exploiting of the innocent, who will?” “These creeps need to be taught a lesson anyways. What kind of evil being would imprison helpless beings for their own sick self gratification?”
At long last, the objective slowly comes into view. At first it is obscured by the darkness, but gradually, with each approaching step, it begins to take shape.
The field of shame.
Mankind should be ashamed that places such as these even exist, instead, most people just choose to turn a blind eye to it.
Have we gotten so calloused, that we can no longer hear the cry for justice and fairness in the world?
The ski masks are pulled into place, the video camera is turned on. This video will be placed online, so that, while they remain anonymous, all the world can see that there are is somebody out there trying to make a difference.
The tools of their trade are brought out of the backpacks, and like a whirlwind liberation begins. With all of the intensity of Rosie O’Donnell at an all you can eat buffet, they fly into action.
Freedom for the helpless confined.
Machetes effortlessly slice through stalks of corn. Kernels flying everywhere, Ears of corn dropping to the ground.. Like crazed men they pull entire stalks out of the prison of the furrow.
“RUN FREE” they scream! “No More Bondage!”
Forty-five minutes later a hush falls over the field. The labored breathing of the liberators is the only sound that interrupts silence. Several acres of prime crop land lie in ruins. Piles of mutilated corn stalks are spread around the field.
Congratulations are shared all the way around. With a self fulfilled sense of righteous indignation, the band makes it’s way back toward town. Tomorrow the world will see their exploits. Via the internet, thousands will witness their act of heroism. Youtube video comments will fill up, commending the liberators, and decrying the evil capitalists that imprisoned the poor plants in the first place. No one among the entire crew of the Vegetable Liberation Front, will see the idiocy of setting a cornstalk free from it’s roots. No one will video the field a week later as the stalks are all withering, and rotting in their piles. They’ll not be aware that their misguided efforts have done more damage than good, but neither are their counterparts at ALF and ELF.
New smells.
Foreign smells.
The biting odor of goldenrod mixing with red oak leaves. Freshly fallen and crushed under foot.
These scents assault their senses, yet they are not singularly aware of them. They blend with the emotion of the moment to create an incredible elixir of adrenaline and sensuality. Gone are the smog laden reminders of the homeland, this is a new and glorious endeavor!
Their numbers are not great, though the task before them certainly is.
Just three.
A trio of committed warriors.
Some would question the validity of the cause for which they fight. Some just haven’t seen the cruelty that they’ve witnessed.
When you have looked evil incarnate dead in the eye, and have seen the destruction left in it’s wake, it changes you. It puts a passion in your soul that others may not comprehend.
Theirs is not a self serving battle. Nay-the battle they fight is for the innocent. No grandeur, nor notoriety will come their way, nor do they seek such recognition. Their reward is the satisfaction of righting the wrong, freeing the captive, giving voice to speechless, and defense to the helpless. These mercenaries fight for freedom. The freedom they fight for is not their own. To hear the voice of the liberated, is the only compensation they desire.
There is nothing that stirs their passion like the exploitation of the innocent, and that is what has called these freedom fighters to duty tonight.
Before the sun breaks the horizon in the morning, evil will have taken a serious blow and justice will have been served!
Step after step, they plod on in the darkness. The night sounds, at first startling and unsettling, have now become familiar.
The far away hoot of the Great Horned Owl.
The call of the whippoorwill.
The scurrying of the small creatures of the night, rustles in the fallen leaves.
The nocturnal chatter is intermittently interrupted by their own voices, as they reaffirm the reason behind tonight’s mission.
“We have got to stand up for the oppressed.”
“I know. If we don’t do something about the exploiting of the innocent, who will?” “These creeps need to be taught a lesson anyways. What kind of evil being would imprison helpless beings for their own sick self gratification?”
At long last, the objective slowly comes into view. At first it is obscured by the darkness, but gradually, with each approaching step, it begins to take shape.
The field of shame.
Mankind should be ashamed that places such as these even exist, instead, most people just choose to turn a blind eye to it.
Have we gotten so calloused, that we can no longer hear the cry for justice and fairness in the world?
The ski masks are pulled into place, the video camera is turned on. This video will be placed online, so that, while they remain anonymous, all the world can see that there are is somebody out there trying to make a difference.
The tools of their trade are brought out of the backpacks, and like a whirlwind liberation begins. With all of the intensity of Rosie O’Donnell at an all you can eat buffet, they fly into action.
Freedom for the helpless confined.
Machetes effortlessly slice through stalks of corn. Kernels flying everywhere, Ears of corn dropping to the ground.. Like crazed men they pull entire stalks out of the prison of the furrow.
“RUN FREE” they scream! “No More Bondage!”
Forty-five minutes later a hush falls over the field. The labored breathing of the liberators is the only sound that interrupts silence. Several acres of prime crop land lie in ruins. Piles of mutilated corn stalks are spread around the field.
Congratulations are shared all the way around. With a self fulfilled sense of righteous indignation, the band makes it’s way back toward town. Tomorrow the world will see their exploits. Via the internet, thousands will witness their act of heroism. Youtube video comments will fill up, commending the liberators, and decrying the evil capitalists that imprisoned the poor plants in the first place. No one among the entire crew of the Vegetable Liberation Front, will see the idiocy of setting a cornstalk free from it’s roots. No one will video the field a week later as the stalks are all withering, and rotting in their piles. They’ll not be aware that their misguided efforts have done more damage than good, but neither are their counterparts at ALF and ELF.
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