Posted on 12/10/2003 8:53:29 AM PST by .cnI redruM
I never used to understand why liberals condescended to the rest of us and 'looked out for the little guy' in such an overtly insulting manner. Perhaps I was too busy rummaging my coffee table for heavy, blunt objects to chuck at the pixilated, smirking visage of Bill Clinton. As he denounced everything I believed in as a human being and accused me of being a backward troglodyte.
As I watched the highlight film of an over-satisfied and insufferable smug Al Gore endorsing an even more nauseating Howard Brush Dean III, something clicked. I remembered the rich, spoiled brats I used to fantasize about clobbering, during High School. These hateful, backstabbing, socialites later morphed into Howard Dean unless they were dosed with curative reality, early in their adult live. These guys insulted us because they enjoyed it. Smugness and brazen condescension are sources of joy to high-binding, overblown liberals.
Many of Harold Mean's campaign pitches are delivered amongst screaming mobs of facial-pierced, transgender, GnerationDean!! sycophants. They almost seemed aimed at making Harold Mean feel positive, rather than convince new people to vote for him. He draws power from the victims he almost inadvertently insults. It's like they are plugged into a matrix that powers Dean's continued self-obsessed joy ride to power and influence.
There was an almost Marquis De Sad quality to the resonant condescension waves, emitted by that Axis of Arrogance, consisting of Al Gore and Harold Mean. They believed they were a higher form of life, put on Earth to educate us rural and suburban pseudo-sapiens. They got off on believing that delusional fantasy. The audience in their thrall provided them with a love toy that worked better than the reflecting pool did for Narcissus.
Tapping a rhetorical kidney on the heads of working-class, conservative white Southerners relieves the untenable bladder pressure that seemingly accompanies the intellectual sarcoma of hyper-liberalism. Perhaps that bladder pressure explains some of the facial expressions these two men have while they exhort the grubby, unwashed liberal arts majors of the world to overthrow the tax base from whence their financial aide checks are ultimately drawn.
So what makes Al Gore and Harold Mean tick? Regrettably, it's not an explosive device, hard-wired to an old-fashioned wind-up alarm clock. Instead, these guys sneer at us with contempt because it feels good to gratuitously insult. It's as close as liberal true believers ever come to being charitable.
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