I swoon. I fall to the floor and gibber. I gather myself together and stagger to the computer. “Once more into the breach…” I will keep my temper, I’m already on double secret special probation. But its hard, oh Lord, so hard!
december, you recited an entire litany of mythical offenses of HRC that might very well have been pressed in G. Gordon Liddy’s prayer book. Elvis took them apart, chapter and verse, cites and notations, and revealed without plausible rebutall that they were all unmitigated bulls…that they at best unprovable.
The you have the sheer temerit…the unhindered self-esteem to blandly state your conviction that you, as a hard-headed realistic conservative, share the values of cerbrally challenged liberals, but if only they would heed the cool assessments of thier conservative brethren, the path to World Peace and Human Liberation will be smoother. If only we we would heed the Eternal Verities, and leave things in the hands of those whom God, in Her wisdom, has entrusted with the nation’s wealth and power.
I think it is Disraeli on Palmerston “It is not that he has the Ace of Trump up his sleeve that I resent so much as his conviction that God Almighty placed in there”
What is that you so fervently wish to conserve? What Golden Age wrings tears from your heart at its passing? When Goulds and Vanderbilts flung workingmen into a wine press to squeeze the very life from their bones? When, to quote Stienbeck “the granaries were full, but the highways are lined with destitute families with rachitic children”
Was it the tender generosity of conservative men in fine suits that handed down the blessings of the eight hour day, social security, equal voting rights, as gifts from philospher kings, compelled by noblesse oblige!
Balderdash, sir! Tommyrot!
Those blessing were wrenched from their greedy hands by radicals, sir, radicals! With fire, storm and pain they convinced the Haves that if they refused to share, they would Have NOT! We are the inheritors of thier brave struggle, and the job is not half done, not even a quarter.
Finally, Twain: “Loyalty to petrified opinion never once broke a human chain, and never will”
I had best a nice cup chamomile tea, relax, enjoy the sight of my son blasting his brains with his music (all a bunch of noise, you know, not real music, and they way they wear their hair…) For a moment there, I thought I smelled tear gas…
“In loyalty to thier kind, they cannot tolerate our minds
In loyalty to our kind, we cannot tolerate thier obstruction!”