LOL!
If it's the New Jonestown, when do they take the cool-aid?
Hmmm. When you have the enemy down and out,
you continue to hit him even harder.
Fear the Bushman!
MV
These people are so blessed to live in this country, they have forgotten to be grateful. They have nothing to be passionate about, so they get all worked up about nothing. It's the Seinfeld syndrome. It's about nothing.
You know, that's something these folks have no concept of: living in a country where YOU REALLY DO fear your government. Because they might come and get you in the middle of the night, along with your familly, and take you hundreds of miles away from home to a place of barbed wire, barracks, torture chambers, and mass graves.
They really think that "You might fail to enact the laws and implement the social programs I want," = fear.
Well, we are seeing the death of a cult. It is just simple as that. The cult failed to deliver its magic when it was absolutely needed to rescue the disintegrating faith of its followers. We may be witnessing the end of the leftist cult which is more than a century old. It has struggled to regroup after the fall of communist Eastern bloc. Now it is falling apart again.
No doubt, some will drink their cool-aids. It is regrettable. However, it is inevitable.
I hope it is their jonestown. Please give the MSM the kool aid too. After this shameful reporting on the brave marine who killed the scumbag in the mosque, I think all freepers need to do everything legal we can to smash the MSM.
Here's the link to the article: http://www.nationalreview.com/issue/steyn200411170822.asp
What are the Libbies trying to tell us? That they're so unstable that if they don't get their way they may go postal, commit suicide, or generally just go over the edge. It's a good thing they aren't running the country because I'd sure hate to think we got people that unstable with their finger on the trigger.
Maybe these depressed people will feel like it is hopeless to vote and will stay home next time. Whoopeee!
Tell them rope is a cheap and enviromentaly friendly way to take their "Final exit" and then everything will be better.
also remind them to will all their possesions and assets to the G.O.P.
When the libbers run on POLICY, they get trampled even more than they did 11/2 . . . so their only alternative has been to scare the little old ladies, the racial minorities, the Welfare careerists, and the egghead elitist pukes of the bash-America-first-last-and-always crowds from both coasts.
They can continue to call us religious, Evangelical, patriotic conservatives all the names they want . . . but it's not us "zealots" who are making the "shrink" business an out of control growth industry. We simply drop to our knees for guidance rather than climb on a couch at $300 bucks an hour.
And they call us stupid?
I thank God daily that our warriors are mostly from Red States . . . if not, we'd be no better than the French military.
The New Jonestown
The day after the election, I found myself behind a Vermont granolamobile bearing the sticker Bush Scares Me. And stuck in its wake on a winding country road, I found myself more bemused by its message with every passing mile. Even given the general emotional exhibitionism of the Democratic party — "I feel your pain," etc. — it seems very odd to go around advertising one's fear. When I was tootling around the Sunni Triangle last year, I was a little twitchy in the dodgier parts of Fallujah and Tikrit, but I don't think it would have helped matters to paste Baathists Scare Me to the back of my beat-up rental car. When fear's a bumper sticker, you're probably safe.
So I assumed that Vermont lady wasn't advertising her fear so much as her membership of the club: All decent persons are revolted by Bush.
But a couple of days later I wasn't so sure. A lot of Democrats seem to have succeeded in genuinely terrifying themselves. "Dejected Voters Find Themselves In An Even Bluer State," ran a Los Angeles Times headline — in its Health section: "'People are in absolute post-traumatic stress and total despair and pretty much believe American society is permanently destroyed,' says Renana Brooks, a Washington, D.C., clinical psychologist whose practice was flooded with calls on Wednesday morning . . . It looks to me like a worse trauma than 9/11." According to the San Francisco Chronicle in its post-Election Day roundup, "Of the eight patients San Francisco psychotherapist Frances Verrinder saw Wednesday, seven were upset and frightened to the point of tears . . . Vicki Cormack found her neighbor on her knees, weeping. Ron Armstrong of San Francisco is waiting for his upstairs tenant to come out of his depression so he can ask him for the rent check . . ."
The next time some Hollywood A-lister claims from behind his entourage, security detail, and perimeter-surveillance cameras that "Bush scares me," he might want to think about the effect on his more impressionable fellow Democrats. Sophisticated liberals aren't meant to be impressionable, of course. That's for us rube-hick-hayseed types warned by our preacherman to follow the Lord Bush or burn in Hell with the fornicators and sodomites and multilateralists. But you can't help noticing that, for all the Jane Smileys, Bill Mahers, and Maureen Dowds scoffing at Jesus-freak Republicans as fearful, superstitious, closed-minded simpletons, it's their side that's carrying on like a millennial suicide cult. Conservatives have long argued that the strident moral absolutism of modern liberalism is a new religion, but we made the mistake of assuming it was the new Rome rather than the new Jonestown.
Last year, I happened to catch a BBC documentary arguing that the Bush administration was controlled by Christian fundamentalists who believe in the Rapture — the moment when the faithful will ascend in a mass migration to Heaven. But a big chunk of the Democratic party seems to be made up of liberal fundamentalists who dream of ascending in a mass migration to Canada. Good luck to them. If you think Massachusetts is a blue state, you should try the Yukon in February. Scientific rationalists would point out that, though the true believers always talk about their wish to ascend to Canada for an after-Bush afterlife, there's no evidence that any of them actually does so.
On the other hand, they are longing for deliverance from the Bush Terror. In the New York Times, Dean E. Murphy explained that Democrats were pinning their hopes on an "act of God." By "act of God," Mr. Murphy didn't mean an earthquake or a hurricane, but something more along the lines of Leon Czolgosz, President McKinley's assassin. As Mr. Murphy explained, "Had McKinley not been killed, Marcus A. Hanna, the political handler who was as instrumental to McKinley's success as Karl Rove has been to Mr. Bush's, would have pursued his dream of 'creating a Republican machine that would go on forever,' Professor Wilentz said." That would be Sean Wilentz of Princeton. "Mr. Rove and Mr. Bush now have a chance to do what Hanna and McKinley never did: Lay the foundation for lasting Republican dominance. 'The Republicans are basically unchecked,' Professor Wilentz said. 'There is no check in the federal government and no check in the world. They have an unfettered playing field.'
"Until the next act of God, that is."
Okay, you sold me, gimme the sticker: Bush Scares Me, Too. He scares me because he came within two points — or, as they say on the cable shows, 136,000 votes in Ohio — of handing over the country to this crowd. Yes, Karl Rove's Hanna-esque strategy has its merits: Incremental gains are often the ones that last. But this was way too incremental. Imagine if those exit polls had been right. I wrote in our last issue that I believe Bush missed an opportunity three years ago. Back in the days of his 80 percent approval ratings, when the embers at Ground Zero were still smoking, the president could have made a big effort to shift the culture of the country away from the stunted emotional narcissism of modern liberalism.
But he didn't.
Fifty-five million people voted for John Kerry. Imagine how things might have gone on November 2 with a likable Democratic candidate. Scary.
Meaning it's full of nuts, flakes, and fruits.
Bump for mañana
Geez. Probably up there posting pics on sorryeverybody.com like a big wuss.
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