Sunday, April 19, 2009
Oh come on now. You're not a terrorist. There's big piece of continuum between wingnut asshole and terrorist. But the gap's closing. All it took was some reality in November. Rather than get some perspective and find common ground, cooperate, you lot decided to loose your minds. Smells of 1860. This time there won't be a Ft. Pillow massacre. There's still time for you act like the patriots you claim to be. Funny, I saw a small flyer on campus recruiting from some student militia, with the missive: "political and religious 'tolerance' means we allow you to be citizens." Cute. Or, "In my granddad's day, he would have known what to do with anyone in anything like ACORN."
60 years ago if you'd written in the then-equivalent medium to blogs, about the flipside of what you feature: let's say desegregation, etc. You would have been a terrorist. A race mixing, union-loving Commie. Subject to blacklists and HUAC subpoenas. I don't see Eric Holder leveling that at you, or turning all those PATRIOT ACT toys against you, though it would serve you right, as a teaching tool. A little walking a mile in someone's shoes. You know--the stuff Jesus teaches? hahaha
You haven't had your "Senator, have you no decency, have you no shame" moment yet, but for many folks, it's come and gone, and they are fed up.
But fear not. When we form the Black Panther Lefty Kill all the Fetuses Garrot all CEO (or COOs) Gestapo...ok, Yankee NKVD...and they come looking for you, I'll gladly hide you Ann Frank style, just like those rednecks hid Eric Rudolf after he blew up an abortion clinic and tried to murder several cops, paramedics in the next explosion.
You can then write a bestseller, and we can appear on Oprah together. lol
...nobody has the cojones to try to waterboard her. Maybe she should go do a SERE course.If I remember what the spousal unit told me about it many moons ago, I wouldn't last 10 minutes :p
I don't even like to be cold (which is tough, because we ladies are always cold!). I leave eating snakes and other delightful activities of that sort up to my husband.