Posted on 12/18/2014 5:58:34 PM PST by PROCON
They really, really hate us. George Orwell wrote a morning Two Minutes Hate session into the daily life of his dystopia in 1984. One blogger notes that 2,000 of Rachel Maddows facebook fans wished that Ted Cruz would fall into an open elevator shaft. What would he have made of the hyperventilating hatred that liberals display against conservatives? Over at National Review, Katherine Timpf reports on a hate manifesto published by the chair of University of Michigans Department of Communications. Republicans crafted a political identity that rests on a complete repudiation of the idea that the opposing party and its followers have any legitimacy at all. wrote Prof. Susan Douglas. So now we hate them back, she explains. And with good reason.
In fact, they have their reasons to hate us. They are being silly. We know they are being silly, and they know we know, and they cant stand it. It isnt quite how we repudiate the idea that the opposing party has any legitimacy at all. But we cant stop giggling.
Reductio ad absurdum does not begin to characterize the utter silliness of liberals, whose governing dogma holds that everyone has a right to invent their own identity. God is dead and everything is permitted, Zarathustra warned; he should have added that everything is silly. When we abhor tradition, we become ridiculous, because we lack the qualifications to replace what generation upon generation of our ancestors built on a belief in revelation and centuries of trial and error. Conservatives know better. G.K. Chesterton said it well: Tradition means giving votes to the most obscure of all classes, our ancestors. It is the democracy of the dead. Tradition refuses to submit to the small and arrogant oligarchy of those who merely happen to be walking about.
The antics of the small and arrogant oligarchy that controls the temples of liberal orthodoxy have turned into comic material that Monty Python couldnt have dreamed up a generation ago. There are now dozens of prospective genders, at least according to the gender studies departments at elite universities. What do the feminists of Wellesley College do, for example, when its women become men? The problem is that no-one quite knows what they have become, as a recent New York Times Magazine feature complained:
Some two dozen other matriculating students at Wellesley dont identify as women. Of those, a half-dozen or so were trans men, people born female who identified as men, some of whom had begun taking testosterone to change their bodies. The rest said they were transgender or genderqueer, rejecting the idea of gender entirely or identifying somewhere between female and male; many, like Timothy, called themselves transmasculine.
Use the wrong terminology and youre burned for a bigot. There used to be jokes such as: How many feminists does it take to change a light bulb? Only one, and its not funny. You cant tell that sort of joke about Wellesley because the LGBTs never will agree on the lightbulbs gender. There are rare cases of babies born with ambiguous genitalia, to be sure. There also are a few individuals obsessed from early childhood with the idea that they were born in the wrong body. They have difficult lives and deserve sympathy (but not public mandates for sex-change operations). Gender ambiguity in its morphological infinitude as a field of personal self-development, though, has become the laboratory for cutting-edge liberal thinking, the ultimate expression of self-invention. LGTB Studies (or Queer Studies) departments have or soon will be established at most of Americas top universities, classifying, advocating and defending an ever-expanding number of newly-categorized gender identities.
Newly-invented identities are as fragile as flower petals, and those unfortunate enough to bear them know it better than anyone else. The Queer Studies crowd is particularly ripe in that regard, but the same applies to all the ethnic-cum-racial identities incubated in American universities. Look at them cross-eyed, and youre a racist. That accounts for the new Inquisition against covert racism, whose silliest expression is Micro-Aggression. Heather Mac Donald at City Journal reports on the witchhunt at UCLA against a professor of impeccable liberal credentials, Val Rust, for such micro-aggressive crimes against scholars of color as encouraging them to employ the punctuation and capitalization standards of The Chicago Manual of Style in their PhD. dissertations. Asking for better grammar is inflammatory in the school, Mac Donald quotes a teaching assistant. You have to give an A or youre a racist.
For the crime of imperialist punctuation, the unfortunate Prof. Rust was confronted with a Manifesto that stated:
The silence on the repeated assailment of our work by white female colleagues, our professors failure to acknowledge and assuage the escalating hostility directed at the only Male of Color in this cohort, as well as his own repeated questioning of this males intellectual and professional decisions all support a complacency in this hostile and unsafe climate for Scholars of Color.
People who write such rot know they are ridiculous, and demand from the rest of us that we do not giggle. UCLA recalls the scene from Monty Pythons Life of Brian where the centurions try desperately not to laugh at the name of Pontius Pilates friend.
All this explains why the cleverest people in the country (one doesnt get into UCLA without being clever) act like idiots. But our poor intelligence depends on the contributions of scores of generations past. We learn to tackle important problems by reliving the way in which past generations tackled those problems, and our reinvented selves will know no more of wisdom than the Frankenstein monster knew of physics. Even worse, as I argued some years ago in an essay entitled Why you wont find the meaning of life:
If we set out to invent our own identities, then by definition we must abominate the identities of our parents and our teachers. Our children, should we trouble to bring any into the world, also will abominate ours. If self-invention is the path to the meaning of life, it makes the messy job of bearing and raising children a superfluous burden, for we can raise our children by no other means than to teach them contempt for us, both by instruction, and by the example of set in showing contempt to our own parents.
That is why humanity has found no other way to perpetuate itself than by the continuity of tradition. A life that is worthwhile is one that is worthwhile in all its phases, from youth to old age. Of what use are the elderly? In a viable culture they are the transmitters of the accumulated wisdom of the generations. We will take the trouble to have children of our own only when we anticipate that they will respect us in our declining years, not merely because they tolerate us, but because we will have something yet to offer to the young.
In that case, we do not discover the meaning of life. We accept it, rather, as it is handed down to us.
Laugh at a liberal. Ask her/him if you can call her/him they in order not to presume where his/her/its gender identity is concerned. Ask what ethnic identity he/she/it professes and how to avoid micro-aggression. Laugh, but dont touch. The brain-eating alien worm larvae might be transmitted through skin contact.
Liberals really do hate Jesus.
I just consider the source of their hatred - hatred of anything Godly.
You are here.
You listed all the reasons I hate liberals.
MFLR.
They don’t like the fact that the NORKS have called them out and Barry the Great is completely impotent.
Liberals, they want you to die for them.
Hey Johnny, what are you rebelling against?
Johnny: Whadda you got?
Lol!
Exactly. They indeed are. They aren’t content to have their ideas and policies judged on their merits by people exercising freewill. If they wanted to try out single payer like they did in Vermont and let it rise or fall on its merits then I’d not care unless I lived in Vermont. The problem is they don’t stop at Vermont and even when it fails in Vermont they decide that the reason it didn’t work was because everyone wasn’t forced into the single payer plan. That is where I depart from them and would fight to the death against them.
I agree. Well said.
They gladly do the Devils work.
(Please see my tagline).
But the ones I enjoy meeting personally are the ones who pity us rather than hate us.
Close to a decade of street corner activism introduced me to each type.
The advantage to being a conservative is that we can't HELP but be exposed to the Monolithic Liberal MSM's enormous web of deceipt about anything and everything that matters in our world, and so we HAVE heard all their lies & spin already. But being conservative means we don't take ANYthing they say as gospel truth, instead verifying/debunking it from non-MSM sources.
So we are fully aware of BOTH sides of the story. But the foot-soldiers in The Army Of Useful Idiots are only exposed to PC-Spin, not realizing there IS another side, and so they either hate us if they believe we *know* the truth (yet malevolently choose The Dark Side anyway), or else pity us as uneducated poor souls who just don't know any better.
Most of the leftists on opposite corners believed we were vile "Haters". Some actually told me our presence "scared" them.
Why, our rampant jingoism alone (real American flags! and not a single UN flag!), to say nothing of our blatant endorsements of sadistic violence (an Army flag! Marine Corps flag! Navy & Airforce & POW-MIA flags! Lions&Tigers&Bears&OhMy!) was surely intimidating.
But then there were those who saw us as objects of pity, because we were just uneducated yahoos who could be convinced to join their side if we only just knew the same True Facts that their side did!
So on occasion, one would venture over to our side (unwritten rule for both sides: do NOT take your sign along), to re-educate us all into the modern world.
They really looked forward to this golden opportunity. Why, no doubt when we on the Dark Side shed our ignorance thanks to their kind intervention, we'd joyfully hop skip & jump over to their side to join them as one big happy family.
What they didn't realize was this: Not only were they wrong in assuming that we'd never heard their "facts" & factoids & "logic," but it turned out we ALSO knew the counter-arguments and the REAL facts, which vaporized their own claims into pathetic little piles of dust. Jaws started dropping as they realized we'd ALREADY HEARD their arguments, and then dropped all the way to the ground as they heard the debunking of each. Why, they had no idea such debunkings even existed.
One sub-class of those fancying themselves Missionaries To The Dark Side: The Truthers. One came with a pile of books (others with a VHS or DVD) that supposedly "proved" the 9/11 attack was a GWB-WhiteHouse plot. But I'd heard every one of their arguments already. And I knew the answer to each one. Heck, I'd even gone to a few Truther sites to find any answers they might have to the debunkings of them.
I remember one argument ended like this:
Me: "So if there were NOT any Mid-Eastern hijackers on the planes, what about the reports of phone calls made from the planes regarding 'swarthy' hijackers with M-E accents?"
Truther: "Oh, those people were paid off to lie! The conspirators had millions of $$ for that."
Me: "!!! So you're telling me that ALL of those dozens of family members who shared last words with their loved ones who were about to be incinerated on the 4 doomed planes, were willing to take cash payoffs to cover up the truth about how their loved ones died??!?"
Truther: "Uh .... uh ... uh ...." [Turned and left].
Maybe my attempt at a "withering" look really did work?
I think that liberals hate conservatives the same way. We remind them of what is good and right and realistic in the world and they don't want to hear that. They want to create an impossible utopia.
I say "ALSO" because I'd long ago heard the song was a major factor in the birth of International Jihad.
Can the heirs of the songwriter claim (negative) royalties?
What's next for this song? I can believe just about ANYthing now.
EXCERPT: The dance began after an evening service, and was led by the churchs pastor, who, according to Qutbs breathless account, lowered the lights and put a recording of "Baby, Its Cold Outside" on the turntable in an effort to get the few remaining wallflowers out on the dance floor. "The dance hall convulsed to the tunes on the gramophone and was full of bounding feet and seductive legs," Qutb later wrote. "Arms circles waists, lips met lips, chests met chests, and the atmosphere was full of passion." .....
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