The moral minority (Mike S. Adams)

[Neil Peart]

http://www.townhall.com/Columnists/MikeSAdams/2008/07/14/the_moral_minority

“Beware the people who moralize about great issues; moralizing is easier than facing hard facts.” - John Corry

There is a well-worn path by the side of my garage that leads to the back yard where I spend a good bit of my free time. Recently, I decided to lay brick to cover the path so I wouldn’t track dirt into the house on my way back inside. This required about 500 bricks and a long afternoon’s work.

Unfortunately, as I started working on the brick path, I made a frustrating discovery. About 450 of the bricks I bought were bright red but about fifty were of a lighter yellowish hue. So I loaded up the fifty lighter bricks and took them back to the place where I bought them.

If you think I should have instead taken back the 450 bright red bricks, you may want to consider voting for Barack Obama.

[DesertFox]

:lol:

[Wyatt_Junker]

The democrats have always worked off of anecdotes in their campaigns. Both Al Gore and Kerry were famous for their, "I met a woman in Milwaukee who could barely afford to buy a prosthetic leg, so she had to hop like a jackrabbit wherever she went." They usually enunciated these anecdotes with midwestern twang. Instinctively, they needed to change their accent since this 'wasn't DC anymore' and they were connecting with 'the little people'.

Al Gore 'met a lot of people' when he campaigned. So did Kerry. Who knew who these people really were? The media never inquired. They rarely had any names. But they had needs, lots of needs. Sometimes they would have a plant in the audience to give them a more organic authenticity to their propaganda, some unemployed loser who agreed to be their heel prior to the performance, 'Sit in row A 24, sir. We'll pan over to a headshot when your name is mentioned by Mr. Kerry. Thanks.' Then, they'd give the poor sucker a free movie pass or a gift certificate at Shoney's for their cooperation.

The cons didn't play the anecdote game nearly as much, if ever. Oh sure, sometimes they'd have a little Miss Betsy stand up who had a son in Iraq, but they never made it a standard feature in their shenanigans.

But the crats, watching their campaign is like playing a game of Whac-A-Mole. People shoot up and down every other minute from their miter board holes as Blammo mentions them like some wierd game of Simon Says. Its a fukin carnival. Doddering old farts leaning into their canes. Pregnant moms with amniotic fluid draining down their leg who can't afford an HMO. Retarded flipper children. Gay coal miners. Transexuals on welfare. They stand up. They sit down. Its like a Jerry Springer Show. Except its Blammo 'Tainment.

Here's a typical Blammo-ism: 'I met a man last night who lost everything. Katrina. Lived next to the levee. He's had to scrounge for old cans of food for over 2 years now, living out of cardboard boxes and pissing in mayonnaise jars.'

Or, another: 'I met a man, a black man, who hasn't had a job in the last 10 years. Its not as if he hasn't been looking either. Here's his shoes (holds up a pair of penny loafers). See the hole in the bottom of his right sole? He's been walking the streets looking for work. Martin Luther had a dream not too long ago. And we marched in Selma to help make it a reality. SELMA! Can you feel it? Do you smell me? I'm talking about THE DREAM here people!'

Meanwhile, cons are boring. They just say stuff about their policy and don't refer to anecdotes. Ain't no emotion and ain't no drama. Shit just is.

Used to be that we took one for the team. If you were allergic to peanuts. You didn't make everyone else bow down to your odd sniveling bullshit. No. You adapted to society. Now its backwards. Some freak stands up in a democratic convention with a damn dent in their head that makes them stutter and somehow that means we all have to take classes on how to interpret stuttering, make a Dept. of Stuttering Agency, insert tax funded ads into stuttering PSAs.

Every campaign year its the same. The cons lay out their broad based plans. The crats never do. They just have a few freaks stand up and they point at them and hankeys are passed around. The cons go macro. The crats go micro.

The real difference, however, is that the crats want broad based policy based on minority positions so that no one is excluded using reparations to extract it. Its the same as everyone getting cookies instead of peanuts on Southwest Airlines because of one damn peanut-allergic, sneezing asshole. I wouldn't be surprised at this year's DNC if they had the mother of a dead kid who died while eating a PBJ. Then, we could outlaw Jiffy peanut butter for being cruel. Make them pay in the same manner as RJ Reynolds. Or perhaps tax them out of existence?

[PaulRevere]

I met a woman in Milwaukee who couldn't afford both food and a prosthetic leg, so she bought the prosthetic leg then chopped off her good leg and ate it.

[Maggie_T]

Scroom the "hothouse flower" minority. They are a pain in the bleep.

Yes, I'm insensitive. I tend to reserve my sympathies for those who really deserve it. Not for pansy-arsed petty tyrants who want ME to conform to their wussiness.

[DesertFox]

Met this dude in the alley out back. He was so poor, he couldn't afford nothing to eat and was ransacking my dumpster. His dog looked pretty good, though, sporting that 1st Place ribbon as Best in Show. I ast the dude and he says to me, he says, "Yeah, I can afford dog food for Lassie, here, but I cain't afford nothin' for me and I'd rather she et good."

I tell ya, it broke muh heart to see that man's love and devotion to that cur, and on the spot I fired up the barbecue and fixed him a t-bone. Didn't tell him it came out of a cur just about like the one he had with him, and both him and that dog a his, they et good as I poured on the sauce. Then he ast for some sandwiches to carry out, and I fixed him some outta the three cats I sauteed and simmered the night afore, replete with gray poupon and fiery hot onions.

Dude et good at mah place.