I don’t really want to know how many last nerves I’ve got left. Each time I think, “That’s it, he’s gotten on my last nerve,” along comes another boob to up the ante and land another one. Today, Perez Hilton wagged his tongue at the world for his 15 minutes of fame as he dictated the terms of gay politically correct speech that all beauty pageant contestants shall forever after observe. Last week ‘s national talking points parroted by the leftwing fishwraps started with a redefinition of Islamic terrorism into a generic label of “man-caused disasters,” as if a Christian or Buddhist is as likely to fly a commercial jet into a skyscraper as an Islamist. Then there was the scorecard of recent mass murders inspired by the 2nd Amendment, because everyone knows that the 2nd Amendment causes mental disease. And to commemorate the nationwide demonstration against reckless government spending and encroaching socialism attended by ¾ of a million citizens, the FBI classified conservatives as rightwing extremists who must now be monitored. The week before that I was informed that all white people exhibit racist behavior against black people when no blacks are around. Bowl me over with a feather; who knew?
I so get that Obama won the election and that he is as much my president as he is yours. What I don’t get, however, is how his victory became a license for every leftwing nutjob with hair-brained ideas to air out their amateur prescriptions for America. The 1200 page stimulus bill and the 680 page congressional “climate change” screed didn’t just pop out of a legislators head one day. And the leftist paranoid memes that bob to the media surface each week like turds in a punch bowl, well, if the left wasn’t so malicious I’d almost have to pity them.
I mean, it must have been a living hell for them to have all this craziness bottled up inside their heads with no outlet for the previous 2 administrations. But now because Obama won, all of that madness, misdirection, dislocation, and dictatorship, that basket of empty promises suddenly makes sense! They didn’t just win an election. They won their reality.
Can you imagine what a relief it must be to suddenly have a reality you can live with? Or how terrifying it must be that, having tasted the sweet nectar of authority in the promised land, how they must now use any tactic of force or coercion to desperately hang on to it?
Still, they do have a thorny problem of convincing the remainder of humanity who actually observe reality before making conclusions about it, to go along with their plans, but that’s what dictatorship is for, right? Hey, what good is being a dictator if you can’t dictate a few things? You’ve got to break a few eggs to make an omelet.