It’s important to remind those who live in these countries (North America, Europe, etc.), that political correctness is not by any means as prevalent in the rest of the world. In fact, the further removed a country is from the influence of the EU and US, the less prevalent political correctness is.
The EU and US are, in fact, the epicentre of this movement… This is no accident.
So, should political correctness be forcibly controlled? Well, no. If someone wishes to adopt a belief, regardless of whether we find it silly, pointless, or even offensive, that should unquestionably be their right.
But, is there a point at which political correctness becomes dangerous? Yes, decidedly so. It becomes dangerous when it becomes sanctimonious and aggressive – it then morphs into what I term “sanctimania.”
Sanctimania can be defined as the point at which personal opinion encroaches upon the personal liberty of others; when the other person’s rights are aggressed upon or removed in the name of the opinion being expressed.
Sanctimania is, by its very nature, the point at which anger overcomes reason and force is employed in order to achieve social change.
To be sure, the anger and intolerance that typify sanctimania, taken together, are a most powerful force. As Mahatma Gandhi said,
“Anger and intolerance are the twin enemies of correct understanding.”
Anger has a way of taking personal viewpoint to a destructive level. And, in fact, throughout history, we’ve seen political leaders repeatedly whipping their followers into anger in order to seize greater control. Certainly, this was true in virtually every speech given by Adolf Hitler. It was used extensively by Maximilien Robespierre following the French Revolution. And, not surprisingly, it has been employed in political demonstrations and riots throughout history.
Confucius, a fellow who had a reputation for careful reflection, said,
“When anger rises, think of the consequences.”
A good point. It’s invariably true that no emotion has the ability to eliminate reason and self-control like anger. And this, of course, is why political leaders so often seek to create anger amongst their followers – so that they can be trained to do the bidding of the leaders without questioning either the validity of their actions or the consequences.
Well, what, then, are the benefits of this anger? Does it achieve its end? Does it typically convert or defeat the adversary? Let’s query Buddha on that one.
“Holding onto anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die.”
Quite so. Of course, Buddha was referring to the consequence upon the person who is angry, not the consequence upon the person who inspired him to anger. The person who inspired the anger is not harmed at all.
So, is there a difference between anger and sanctimania? Most decidedly so. Sanctimania is a refinement of anger. It’s the better tool for political leaders seeking to control their followers.
Any political leader wishes to create in the minds of his followers a separation of opinion. He creates rhetoric that’s intended to set his followers apart from others. That rhetoric is intended to have the appearance of a moral high ground. Once the followers believe that they’re morally apart from others – once they’ve reached the stage of sanctimony, they’ve fallen under the control of the leader. Whether he’s Vladimir Lenin, George Patton or Jim Jones, both the purpose and the method are the same.
And it’s important to state that it doesn’t matter whether the sanctimonial intolerance comes from the political left or right, although there can be no question that collectivist leaders have historically made greater use of it.
But sanctimania takes the rhetoric to the final stage. Whether it’s as minor as beating up someone for being a ginger in the UK, or whether it’s stoning a woman to death for the crime of infidelity, as in Leviticus, 20:10, sanctimania represents the power of the leader to control the aggression of the follower without question; without reason.
Quite a powerful political tool.
At present, we’re viewing this phenomenon as an extension to political correctness. Whereas ten years ago we might have seen a man being reviled for making a sexual advance to a female co-worker, or using a pejorative with regard to someone of a different race or ethnic background, we’re increasingly seeing these “crimes” elevated to the point that punishment is being called for.
The buzzwords are familiar to us all – racist, sexist, homophobic, fascist, hate, etc.
It matters little whether the person being attacked is actually “guilty” of the entire list. If he’s identified as being objectionable for any reason, he’s then tarred with the entire list. Conversely, if another individual has been accepted within the group, should he actually be guilty of any of these “crimes,” this fact is ignored. He’s a “good” person.
Historically, Jews have been made the target of Christians and vice-versa. Blacks have been made the target of whites and vice versa. Conservatives have been made the target of liberals and vice versa.
Whenever in history political leaders have used the media to create a campaign against a given group or groups, the objective has been to create sanctimania as a vehicle by which increased control may be implemented. In the eye of the leader, it truly has nothing to do with one group being superior to the other. (In fact, the group could be chosen at random and the outcome would be the same.)
The objective is to create alienation.
Whether we assess Fidel Castro in his frenzied all-day speeches against the greedy capitalists, the Ayatollah Khomeini railing against infidels, or Al Gore creating fear of global warming from nothing, what we’re witnessing is a leader creating sanctimania.
When we see large demonstrations of people with placards aggressing against others in reaction to such rhetoric, we’re witnessing the intended product of sanctimania.
Instead, we’ll hopefully remove ourselves from the field of rhetoric entirely and reach our conclusions through objective reasoning. This is not just a helpful lesson in objectivity – it’s a survival technique, as, historically, periods of sanctimania are often followed by periods of great unrest.
Once sanctimania results in general chaos, the objectivity that we’d practiced may well determine whether we will become casualties of sanctimania or whether we’ll quietly remove ourselves from the fray.
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Thoughtful piece!
Aside from the US-EU thing about pc, it seems to me it’s also a rural-urban divide. I live outside the US and in a rural setting. Here in my village, the prevailing attitude is live-and-let-live among the various groups: whites and mestizos (we have no blacks); well-to-do and low-income; hetero-and-homosexuals (few of the latter and they’ve learned to keep a low profile); native-born and urban immigrants (they sometimes bring the pc disease along, but have learned to rant only among themselves); Christians and Jews (there are few Jews, all urban immigrants, same learning as above applies), but no Muslims; pro-lifers and legalize abortion folks; normal women and feminists (again of urban refugee origin, tread carefully)… If one goes to the cities, however, it’s quite a different story. Moral of the story: avoid cities, but ignore their pc insanity at your peril. Rural peer pressure is quite effective when pc raises its ugly head.
Aside from the US-EU thing about pc, it seems to me it’s also a rural-urban divide. I live outside the US and in a rural setting. Here in my village, the prevailing attitude is live-and-let-live among the various groups: whites and mestizos (we have no blacks); well-to-do and low-income; hetero-and-homosexuals (few of the latter and they’ve learned to keep a low profile); native-born and urban immigrants (they sometimes bring the pc disease along, but have learned to rant only among themselves); Christians and Jews (there are few Jews, all urban immigrants, same learning as above applies), but no Muslims; pro-lifers and legalize abortion folks; normal women and feminists (again of urban refugee origin, tread carefully)… If one goes to the cities, however, it’s quite a different story. Moral of the story: avoid cities, but ignore their pc insanity at your peril. Rural peer pressure is quite effective when pc raises its ugly head.
Anger
is the parent of resentment. Resentment is to relive a moment of
anger. And hold on to it. Anger is an appropriate emotion. It moves
us to action in it’s proper context. But to hold on to it and relive it
over and over defeats it’s value.
Bill Wilson co-founder of Alcoholics Anonymous wrote the phrase “resentment is the number one offender” in the Big Book.
“Resentment is the “number one” offender. It destroys more alcoholics than anything else. From it stem all forms of spiritual disease, for we have been not only mentally and physically ill, we have been spiritually sick. When the spiritual malady is overcome, we straighten out mentally and physically. In dealing with resentments, we set them on paper. We listed people, institutions or principles with whom we were angry. We asked ourselves why we were angry. In most cases it was found that our self-esteem, our pocketbooks, our ambitions, our personal relationships (including sex) were hurt or threatened. So we were sore. We were “burned up.””
Bill Wilson continued to be a sex addict in sobriety according to Patrick Carnes, who holds a position not unlike Bill Wilson in sex addiction philosophies. I am not so sure he was, we all have proclivities that go against fundamentalist dogmas.
I also believe one must recognize anger and address it in the moment, process it and determine what can be done if anything. Proactive, not reactive. And from attending a few thousand 12 step meetings I believe resentment is rampant in halls of 12 step meetings and throughout all of society.
Santimania is a symptom of it.
It does indeed carry utility in dysfunctional systems of human interaction.
Behind it lies the threat of violence and is a form of emotional abuse, a precursor to physical abuse. And sometimes it is appropriate to defend oneself from such attacks with an in kind response, no requirement to be a whipping post or doormat. Mostly I try to avoid such resentment laden toxic people. Or deflect the guilt back to them or to the source of their anger.
End of sermon.
Bill Wilson co-founder of Alcoholics Anonymous wrote the phrase “resentment is the number one offender” in the Big Book.
“Resentment is the “number one” offender. It destroys more alcoholics than anything else. From it stem all forms of spiritual disease, for we have been not only mentally and physically ill, we have been spiritually sick. When the spiritual malady is overcome, we straighten out mentally and physically. In dealing with resentments, we set them on paper. We listed people, institutions or principles with whom we were angry. We asked ourselves why we were angry. In most cases it was found that our self-esteem, our pocketbooks, our ambitions, our personal relationships (including sex) were hurt or threatened. So we were sore. We were “burned up.””
Bill Wilson continued to be a sex addict in sobriety according to Patrick Carnes, who holds a position not unlike Bill Wilson in sex addiction philosophies. I am not so sure he was, we all have proclivities that go against fundamentalist dogmas.
I also believe one must recognize anger and address it in the moment, process it and determine what can be done if anything. Proactive, not reactive. And from attending a few thousand 12 step meetings I believe resentment is rampant in halls of 12 step meetings and throughout all of society.
Santimania is a symptom of it.
It does indeed carry utility in dysfunctional systems of human interaction.
Behind it lies the threat of violence and is a form of emotional abuse, a precursor to physical abuse. And sometimes it is appropriate to defend oneself from such attacks with an in kind response, no requirement to be a whipping post or doormat. Mostly I try to avoid such resentment laden toxic people. Or deflect the guilt back to them or to the source of their anger.
End of sermon.
But I enjoyed reading it, KS. Good insight there.
Watch out for the robot slap.
Bahahaha. Funny Grog I miss. Poet Grog is tough to follow at times.
Didn’t Dwight Yoakam sing ‘ I tell the truth, ‘cept when I lie’?
der Kaiser spoke da troof. imho
Didn’t Dwight Yoakam sing ‘ I tell the truth, ‘cept when I lie’?
der Kaiser spoke da troof. imho
Damn, that’s 2/2, the Kaiser’s on a roll.
Socialism
and Cultural Communism are becoming huge problems that are destroying
America; no more Mr Tolerant Nice Guy Crap applies when Communist are
Conspiring to rob, enslave and destroy US. Jesus Christ Himself knew
when to get angry, set the example and fight back. If you want to be a
door mat, Communist will not only walk on you, they will kill you. They
will not reason, they will not let you be heard, they will not
compromise, they will not have mercy, they will not relent, they will
not convert. They make your choice for you.
Last
night I went to the monthly book club at the local library. I’d
selected the book over the Summer so even though it was a miserable, wet
and cold night I felt obligated to go. Besides I loved the book and the
author is one of my favorites (Cloudsplitter by Russell Banks). Three
others showed up, older women I have known from around the village for
years; smart, erudite, progressives.
I should make it clear that despite my willingness to discuss most things openly with anyone who feels like having a discussion, I am not open about politics in general and lately have gone completely silent whenever anyone brings those kinds of topics up. You can probably guess that my silence speaks volumes, but maybe that’s the point.
At least three times they tried to link the theme of the novel- John Brown, the abolitionist who kicked off the Civil War with his raid on Harper’s Ferry- with our current predicament. They were spitting mad, at our racist President, racists, White supremacy, Kavanaugh, Feminism versus misogyny- anything not firmly in alignment with their progressive values. These women are in their 70’s, maybe even 80’s and old stock Yankee types that turned out in droves for Hillary. They still feel ripped off, and their anger hasn’t abated in the least, it has only magnified. In fact they were actually talking about the need for a violent insurrection and how they were certain that it was just around the corner. You could tell that if it weren’t for their bad knees and hips they’d be out in front with torches. Each time the conversation veered that way I looked down into the book and read a few choice lines to myself in silence and waited for a break so I could steer it back around to the novel or some passage that was especially well written that seemed appropriate, like this one-
“Father (John Brown) believed in the incomparable reality of Christ, after all, not the incorporeal idea. Father’s cross was a neatly carpentered scaffold in Virginia, not a spiked pair of rough timbers in Jerusalem.”
They brightened up at that and you could feel the susurrus of their sanctomania under it all. Like John Brown’s journey out to Kansas with his small band of followers, arming themselves with swords and then slowly and deliberately under cover of darkness, going door to door to cut down the unbelievers while they slept in their beds.
Here is the difficult part for me, not as a partisan or supporter of one side or another, but as a neighbor, a father and husband, as a member of my community; I am afraid of them. They know me, respect me and what I do, they like my family, appreciate what we’ve done with the farm and how we’ve contributed to the rejuvenation of our village and the land, but listening to them, hearing their tone and the things that they said, I can see them at some point with their fingers pointing up the hill to where we live, letting others know, there is where the heretic lives.
We have left the sphere of politics and entered the domain of religious mania, and that is a dangerous territory.
This is where we are.
I should make it clear that despite my willingness to discuss most things openly with anyone who feels like having a discussion, I am not open about politics in general and lately have gone completely silent whenever anyone brings those kinds of topics up. You can probably guess that my silence speaks volumes, but maybe that’s the point.
At least three times they tried to link the theme of the novel- John Brown, the abolitionist who kicked off the Civil War with his raid on Harper’s Ferry- with our current predicament. They were spitting mad, at our racist President, racists, White supremacy, Kavanaugh, Feminism versus misogyny- anything not firmly in alignment with their progressive values. These women are in their 70’s, maybe even 80’s and old stock Yankee types that turned out in droves for Hillary. They still feel ripped off, and their anger hasn’t abated in the least, it has only magnified. In fact they were actually talking about the need for a violent insurrection and how they were certain that it was just around the corner. You could tell that if it weren’t for their bad knees and hips they’d be out in front with torches. Each time the conversation veered that way I looked down into the book and read a few choice lines to myself in silence and waited for a break so I could steer it back around to the novel or some passage that was especially well written that seemed appropriate, like this one-
“Father (John Brown) believed in the incomparable reality of Christ, after all, not the incorporeal idea. Father’s cross was a neatly carpentered scaffold in Virginia, not a spiked pair of rough timbers in Jerusalem.”
They brightened up at that and you could feel the susurrus of their sanctomania under it all. Like John Brown’s journey out to Kansas with his small band of followers, arming themselves with swords and then slowly and deliberately under cover of darkness, going door to door to cut down the unbelievers while they slept in their beds.
Here is the difficult part for me, not as a partisan or supporter of one side or another, but as a neighbor, a father and husband, as a member of my community; I am afraid of them. They know me, respect me and what I do, they like my family, appreciate what we’ve done with the farm and how we’ve contributed to the rejuvenation of our village and the land, but listening to them, hearing their tone and the things that they said, I can see them at some point with their fingers pointing up the hill to where we live, letting others know, there is where the heretic lives.
We have left the sphere of politics and entered the domain of religious mania, and that is a dangerous territory.
This is where we are.
Always interesting to read your take on things.
Invariably, you stretch my vocabulary toolbox a little larger.
7-Up does it often, as do many other writers here.
su•sur•rus (sʊˈsɜr əs)
n., pl. -rus•es.
a soft murmuring or rustling sound; whisper.
In writing, I sometimes use uncommon words to convey a more precise meaning.
Sometimes, in error.
Few will take the time to tap a dictionary to retrieve the precise meaning, having been presented it.
Before writing, I’d probably become better by confirming meanings before posting them.
The platform has shown me there are a few around here who will occasionally take the time to issue a correction or clarification, which I take as friendly lessons, as opposed to judgement or reprimands.
{Hombre and Herr are good at this, sometimes with an edge, but with intelligence}
In speech, the same habit is with me.
At times, the reaction has been a question of “what does that mean?”
If defined with a synonym, they retort with: “well why didn’t you just use that word?”
A silent sigh is released, but the tools are still in the box, and will be used again, objections ignored.
Earl Nightengale is a great audio author of self improvement topics.
He once spoke of the Power of a wielding a strong vocabulary, and how that skill directly correlates to successful people in many walks of life, but particularly in the corporate world hierarchy.
i.e., (id est; Latin for ‘that is’)…
Floor level shop workers consistently score lower on vocabulary skills than managers, and then CEO’s rank even higher.
The precise meaning of words are how we learn to understand exactly what is being explained.
The value of a man is not entirely determined by this skill, but it does reveal to some extent his education and knowledge.
Words, and their correct usage should tell us a lot about how well a given user has become educated or experienced.
Earl spoke of the old Readers Digest page of 20 quiz words each month, with 4 choices as possible answers. Some choices were close to the exact meaning, so it was tricky.
Of the 20, getting 16-20 correct was scored as Excellent.
If I remember right, 11-15 scored as Very Good, 6-10 as Good, and 0-5 as Poor.
And of course, it’s all pointless if people choose not to read. Often. On many different topics. Of value.
Just a ramble of thought, all hatched from reading your use of the word: susurrus.
So, Thanks.
-lgr
Invariably, you stretch my vocabulary toolbox a little larger.
7-Up does it often, as do many other writers here.
su•sur•rus (sʊˈsɜr əs)
n., pl. -rus•es.
a soft murmuring or rustling sound; whisper.
In writing, I sometimes use uncommon words to convey a more precise meaning.
Sometimes, in error.
Few will take the time to tap a dictionary to retrieve the precise meaning, having been presented it.
Before writing, I’d probably become better by confirming meanings before posting them.
The platform has shown me there are a few around here who will occasionally take the time to issue a correction or clarification, which I take as friendly lessons, as opposed to judgement or reprimands.
{Hombre and Herr are good at this, sometimes with an edge, but with intelligence}
In speech, the same habit is with me.
At times, the reaction has been a question of “what does that mean?”
If defined with a synonym, they retort with: “well why didn’t you just use that word?”
A silent sigh is released, but the tools are still in the box, and will be used again, objections ignored.
Earl Nightengale is a great audio author of self improvement topics.
He once spoke of the Power of a wielding a strong vocabulary, and how that skill directly correlates to successful people in many walks of life, but particularly in the corporate world hierarchy.
i.e., (id est; Latin for ‘that is’)…
Floor level shop workers consistently score lower on vocabulary skills than managers, and then CEO’s rank even higher.
The precise meaning of words are how we learn to understand exactly what is being explained.
The value of a man is not entirely determined by this skill, but it does reveal to some extent his education and knowledge.
Words, and their correct usage should tell us a lot about how well a given user has become educated or experienced.
Earl spoke of the old Readers Digest page of 20 quiz words each month, with 4 choices as possible answers. Some choices were close to the exact meaning, so it was tricky.
Of the 20, getting 16-20 correct was scored as Excellent.
If I remember right, 11-15 scored as Very Good, 6-10 as Good, and 0-5 as Poor.
And of course, it’s all pointless if people choose not to read. Often. On many different topics. Of value.
Just a ramble of thought, all hatched from reading your use of the word: susurrus.
So, Thanks.
-lgr
Thanks.
It’s hard not to love words with a language like ours. Words are a lot
like tools, the more you have, the more you are able to do and with
greater efficacy and precision.
BTW, when my children and I watch interviews with people the one thing we always make note of is their vocabulary. Every once in a while we’ll notice a grown man or woman use the same hundred or so words, over and over, with and endless repetition of “um, like” between them. It usually conveys a lack of understanding. I have often wondered which comes first? Low intellect limits vocabulary or a lack of adequate words limits one’s ability to understand things in depth.
BTW, when my children and I watch interviews with people the one thing we always make note of is their vocabulary. Every once in a while we’ll notice a grown man or woman use the same hundred or so words, over and over, with and endless repetition of “um, like” between them. It usually conveys a lack of understanding. I have often wondered which comes first? Low intellect limits vocabulary or a lack of adequate words limits one’s ability to understand things in depth.
My
conclusion is that ” Low intellect limits vocabulary” is practically a
given, but while a limited vocabulary lacking nuance also limits deeper
understanding it doesn’t necessarily preclude it. I’ve known and know
some folks with what most would consider to be intellectually limited to
display surprisingly profound understanding, particularly with respect
to empathy, spatial relations and other areas of thought that rely less
on verbal ability. I suspect it’s because these folks are innately
curious in spite of their difficulties in expressing themselves
verbally.
Then too, we in the “modern world” might find ourselves articulate but not seen as particularly intelligent if we were to go into the jungle with a semi-literate or illiterate native of the region, as I learned to my dismay in the Amazon last year!
Then too, we in the “modern world” might find ourselves articulate but not seen as particularly intelligent if we were to go into the jungle with a semi-literate or illiterate native of the region, as I learned to my dismay in the Amazon last year!
I
resemble that description. It’s just that we high functioning morans
who process our thoughts in terms of spatial relationships prefer to
keep a low profile; the less said, the better.
Also, fancy words just add to the confusion. Hillary, being a female, could pad a sentence with a million words, Trump keeps the verbiage to a minimum. Guess who won the election?
Also, fancy words just add to the confusion. Hillary, being a female, could pad a sentence with a million words, Trump keeps the verbiage to a minimum. Guess who won the election?
“Words
are a lot like tools, the more you have, the more you are able to do
and with greater efficacy and precision.” Terrific analogy and written
by one who knows both how and when to use them. The danger of a robust
vocabulary, of course, is when it is used in place of any genuine
insight. Saying things in the simplest, most straightforward manor
possible is often best. Have an extensive toolbox, know how to use
every tool and then use the simplest one that gets the job done…or
something like that.
I also got stuck on susurrus….it definitely goes in my vocabulary toolbox. There is something onomatopoeic to it.
I also got stuck on susurrus….it definitely goes in my vocabulary toolbox. There is something onomatopoeic to it.
Lager, buddy, you can drop my name, I don’t mind.
If you’re going to the bathroom, mention my name, you’ll get a good seat. – Old Pangloss
If you’re going to the bathroom, mention my name, you’ll get a good seat. – Old Pangloss
It was a respectful mild salute to a couple of buds, addressed to playful modified versions of your well known monikers, EC.
I’ve done that for years, well before I came chirping on TBP.
Sometimes, they get it, and some do not. Hell, sometimes I don’t have a clue to a reference or two.
When I’ve seen creativity and humor with names variations, I saw common ground.
The Blatz tag had me LMAO, a few months back.
I’ve done that for years, well before I came chirping on TBP.
Sometimes, they get it, and some do not. Hell, sometimes I don’t have a clue to a reference or two.
When I’ve seen creativity and humor with names variations, I saw common ground.
The Blatz tag had me LMAO, a few months back.
I
kinda scaled it back, I used to like to add the dah dump dump to
people’s comments but peeps don’t have time to figure out my obscure
references. iForget was good for a daily puzzler.
Indeed.
Forgetti has an interesting, different style. I routinely found it
difficult to pick up what he was laying down. And, not alone in that,
having seen other mongrels comment to the same.
i
forget knocked out some of the most interesting writing I’ve seen in a
long while- very distinctive and chock full of references to virtually
everything and well structured despite their seeming random
construction. Like crossword puzzles in expository form. I miss them.
That is one of the great draws here, the sheer variety and depth of writing skills in the comments section alone blows most other sites out of the water. Very little dross for the volume posted. I think that may be what keeps the ankle biters and trolls at bay considering their proliferation everywhere else. They just can’t keep up.
That is one of the great draws here, the sheer variety and depth of writing skills in the comments section alone blows most other sites out of the water. Very little dross for the volume posted. I think that may be what keeps the ankle biters and trolls at bay considering their proliferation everywhere else. They just can’t keep up.
I
have learned a lot of interesting things here, cosmic stuff to coping
techniques. Nutrition tips to Nazi history. Most places get derailed by
silly stuff but here, people just keep rolling like at a Mormon party,
regulation soft drink in hand, they form little clusters with a variety
of interesting topics.
As
an aside, on a purely academic vein, Hitler was the appropriate
response to a country gone wild, it looked like modern America. I think
Goebbels fucked up the show with his final solution bullshit. They had
already dispossessed the Jews, why kick them when they were down? I
guess Goebbels never read the art of war, he didn’t want to give the
enemy an escape route.
Why on earth would you want to hang around a bunch of bitter crones?
“I
am afraid of them. ….. I can see them at some point with their
fingers pointing up the hill to where we live, letting others know,
there is where the heretic lives.”
Wow. Nice imagery. I got goosebumps on my arms as I read that.
Wow. Nice imagery. I got goosebumps on my arms as I read that.
I
have much in common with Putnam, not everything but I have been
fascinated by the 11 cultural enclaves backdrop to this article and how I
rebelled against and then fled the New Netherlands/Yankeedom cultures I
was raised into…self sorting to Greater Appalachia /Deep South where my
heart and my head is at home.
I had felt surrounded by people I disagreed with culturally and politically.
OUR CULTURE UNDER SIEGE
Our Culture Under Siege
I had felt surrounded by people I disagreed with culturally and politically.
OUR CULTURE UNDER SIEGE
Our Culture Under Siege
The
problem is, that we have been far too polite, for far too long. The
monster we have allowed to grow, is becoming vicious. When dealing with
such monsters, you only have two choices…
That’s the kind of facial expression that is just screaming out for a large, fast-moving fist.
I guess the guy said, Let me see your war face.
Never lose sight of where Political Correctness,and its mentally ill peers, came from:
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2016-08-12/birth-cultural-marxism-how-frankfurt-school-changed-america
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2016-08-12/birth-cultural-marxism-how-frankfurt-school-changed-america
Six Commandments for Snowflakes
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Yeah,
but Trump is impervious to ridicule. The guy does not just have Teflon
coating, he has a reflecto-shield. After the Ruskies bomb America back
to the stone-age, Trump will be the only one still standing.
Right
you are, DT will be one of few still standing and ready to clear the
rubble and build housing for the survivors. He will declare the new
beginning as a opportunity to get in on the ground floor of the revival
of the land. He will convince them that it is all GREAT, WONDERFUL,
FANTASTIC.
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