I have a few liberal acquaintences, but I never talk politics or philosophy with them for fear that I might feel an irresistible urge to choke the life out of them for the good of mankind. We just drink and play music, which keeps everything on an even keel.
I believe that liberals are DANGEROUS PEOPLE
. Their world-view is entirely dyslexic, and their understanding of human nature is obscenely distorted. I learned more about handling difficult people on the playgrounds and football fields of public schools than any LIBERAL IDIOT
did from reading lenghty philosophical tracts and imagining what a perfect world should be.
I moved to Savannah from Harlan County, Kentucky when I was six years old. I was a small, skinny kid who spoke with a funny accent. I was bully-fodder from Day One.
I outran the bad guys at first, until the day my father came to pick me up from school and saw me running from "Butch," the ultimate bully. When I ran to the car, I remember the clenched muscles in his jaw as we rode to Stubb's Hardware and Sporting Goods to purchase two pairs of boxing gloves before we went home that day. I was pummelled unmercifully that night, during extensive boxing lessons, then given a simple edict: "I'll be picking you up tomorrow. You can run from that guy and be CERTAIN of a whuppin' from ME, or you can fight him and take your chances. The worst that can happen is HE WHUPS YOU, and I'll guarantee that he can't hit as hard as I can. But if you fight, you might WHUP HIM. You decide."
I was running from Butch again after school the next day when I saw my father step out of that beautiful 1957 Chevy Bel-Aire, cross his (GIGANTIC) arms across his chest and lean against the car while watching to see what I would do. I took about one-half a nano-second to decide. I stopped dead in my tracks, turned around and punched Butch square in the nose just as hard as I could, the way my father had taught me to do the night before. Thanks to his momentum and my fist, the blow was very effective, sending a spray of bright red blood everywhere.
Butch hit the ground and started CRYING! I was on him like stink on a cow-pie after that, and I beat the living crap out of him. My father finally came to pull me off. I was crying by then, I had snot running from my nose, enemy blood all over my clothes, and I was in the throes of an absolute, primitive Red Rage. My father bought me a Three Musketeers candy bar on the way home and gave me this advice: "Don't ever start a fight. But don't EVER run from one, either. When people know that you'll fight, they'll leave you alone. I'm proud of what you did today."
Butch never fucked with me again. In fact, Butch never fucked with ANYBODY again, while I was around. NOBODY ELSE fucked with me either. My father was right. In a perfect, liberal-imagined world, I should have been able to explain to Butch that his actions were counter-productive to mutual understanding and potential friendship, and that I would not run from him anymore just to prove my good intentions and to show that I was "reaching out" to him. He then would have mopped up the playground with my face every day after school. When I whupped his ass, however, no more talk was necessary. Our relationship became very clear, very quickly.
By the way, that "Red Rage" served me very well on the football field later in my life. I was more afraid of my father than I was the first bully I fought. I was more afraid of my defensive coach than I was anyone I ever faced on a football field. That attitude tends to make you crazy-mean. That IS NOT a bad thing when it comes to fights or football.
The world is like that, too Liberals preached appeasement and unilateral disarmament during the Cold War and SWORE that crazy-mean Ronald Reagan would blow up the world if he didn't listen to their whining and hand-wringing. Reagan stood up to the bully on the playground and we have no more "Evil Empire" or Berlin Wall today. Did liberals learn a damned thing from that lesson? HELL NO!
They still believe in group-hugging, singing "Kumbaya," making-nice and MASTURBATING FOR PEACE
, which is about the finest example of liberal thinking that I can imagine. This crap never worked in the past, it won't work to solve anything today and it's REALLY STUPID. But liberals can't stop being idiots, because they fit the perfect definition of a fool: "Keep doing what always fails and hope for better results NEXT time."
In truth, liberals are the ultimate bullies. They preach "compassion," but hold the average in American in such low esteem that they believe that he/she can't survive without all sorts of "help." That "help" means pushing you around, telling you what to do, and riding herd on every aspect of your life, but they don't have the balls to meet you on the playground face-to-face and MAKE you do what they say. They rely on government, bureaucracy and a tar-baby of regulations to do their fighting for them.
Liberals are bullies, and liberals are cowards, but I learned early in life that most bullies ARE cowards.
Does "BILL CLINTON" ring a bell?