THIS is the hate-filled email I received last night from a very liberal, apparently former friend.
I point out “liberal” lest we forget that no side has a moral high-ground, nor is hate limited to “teabaggers” and other conservatives…READ THIS:
“Dude… You’ve come a long way since making jokes about airport security while performing stand up on cruise ships… I’d like to see your right wing nut job audience react to that joke these days. The IRONY is beautiful, yet shameful.
Man, you were a cool, open minded guy back in the day… you had to be to live with all the “gays” “immigrants” “Hollywood Wannabes” and “lower deck crew” scratching and clawing for a few US dollars to make a better life for their impoverished families at home.
Holy crap you spew some hateful, contradictory, paranoid shite…When did you turn into such a schmuck? And now you’re raising a kid? That’s the real downfall of America… guys like you can breed.”
That, dear friends is hate. Not only was I called names here, but family was brought into it. He insulted the very being of my daughter…OF MY DAUGHTER! Vile, vile scum he is. My beautiful little girl. HOW DARE HE!
Who was it? I’m not saying just yet, because I am better than this slob. He sent me a private email as opposed to a public posting on Facebook. The douchey thing this douchebag did? He douchely un-friended me before I could respond.
He hit me, and that’s kinda fun actually. But then he brought my family into it. And then he ran and hid. Like a snake. Like a rat.
Come to think of it, if he had more hair, he might even look like a rat.
THIS is the hate-filled email I received last night from a very liberal, apparently former friend.
I point out “liberal” lest we forget that no side has a moral high-ground, nor is hate limited to “teabaggers” and other conservatives…READ THIS:
“Dude… You’ve come a long way since making jokes about airport security while performing stand up on cruise ships… I’d like to see your right wing nut job audience react to that joke these days. The IRONY is beautiful, yet shameful.
Man, you were a cool, open minded guy back in the day… you had to be to live with all the “gays” “immigrants” “Hollywood Wannabes” and “lower deck crew” scratching and clawing for a few US dollars to make a better life for their impoverished families at home.
Holy crap you spew some hateful, contradictory, paranoid shite…When did you turn into such a schmuck? And now you’re raising a kid? That’s the real downfall of America… guys like you can breed.”
That, dear friends is hate. Not only was I called names here, but family was brought into it. He insulted the very being of my daughter…OF MY DAUGHTER! Vile, vile scum he is. My beautiful little girl. HOW DARE HE!
Who was it? I’m not saying just yet, because I am better than this slob. He sent me a private email as opposed to a public posting on Facebook. The douchey thing this douchebag did? He douchely un-friended me before I could respond.
He hit me, and that’s kinda fun actually. But then he brought my family into it. And then he ran and hid. Like a snake. Like a rat.
Come to think of it, if he had more hair, he might even look like a rat.
I know I’m asking too much. I know I’m stuck in a time warp. The world has changed, just like our country. Aw hell, I can still ask: Can we have just ONE feel-good movie about our war on terror? Just a single film that has the good guy USA wearing that white hat again?
ONE, DAMNIT!
C’mon, Hollywood, you collection of pompous self-righteous liberal pieces of garbage! I’d love to know a ballpark figure of how many WWII flicks were released from the 40′s thru 60′s. Even more to the point, how many of them were dark, defeatist and had America as the bad guy? I ask that, ’cause that’s ALL we got today. Depressing doom and gloom stories of friendly fire casualties and PTSD. How about a rah-rah film about the exploits of that bunch who found Saddam? What about a blow ‘em up about the night we got his sons? ANYTHING!
You can put this absence of positive War on Terror films on the list examples of why we wouldn’t win WWII with today’s leadership and the media who do their bidding.
I send a resounding and heart-felt Eff you to liberal elite Hollywood…agian.
This article is being written on November 9, 2009. It is the 71st anniversary of Kristallnacht, which was the unofficial kickoff of Germany’s greatest hit, the Holocaust. I hate even typing that awful word. Of all the world’s events, that is the “n-word” of slaughters. Funny, that reference should come up, given the message of this posting…we’ll get to that. Today is also the anniversary of taking down the Berlin Wall, which was the unofficial kickoff of the end of the Cold War, WON by the former good-guy white hat-wearing United States of America. It took the USA to close the death camps of two regimes: The Nazis and the USSR. You’re welcome, world.
Knowing these milestones were coming up, it dawned on me just how far Germany has been allowed to move on from the horrors of World War Two, and how much America is held back from moving past the horrors of slavery.
The Thirteenth Amendment was enacted in December 1865, finally and forever freeing all slaves. Although the civil rights struggles ever since are well-noted, slavery in America ended on 12-18-1865.
The point I’m making is this: Slavery ended 144 years ago, and America is being held hostage on many levels by those who profit from racial disharmony. Our government, businesses, entertainment, education and minorities themselves are in the stranglehold of political correctness, quotas and affirmative action. No one who profited from, nor was a victim of slavery has been alive for decades…the last known living slave was Charlie Smith, who died in 1979, allegedly aged 137 years, rest his soul. Yet America lives on one perpetually-bent knee, looking over her shoulder, asking forgiveness and claiming ignorance at every turn for any word uttered and idea thought. Meanwhile, sixty-four years removed from the murder of more than six million souls, and Germany is running at full strength and sitting high in her Ivory tower; always one of the first to judge us for our awful ways.
I’m not going to genuflect here and go on and on with the obligatory list of sins of our great, yet imperfect nation. We all know what happened, and those who miss the good old days of lynching and whippings will find no friend in me or anybody I associate with. All that being said, why is it, HOW is it that we continue to pay penance for crimes committed almost a century and a half ago, yet Germany is not only welcomed but glorified by the rest of the world. The ovens are still warm, and this once-mighty nation frighteningly is now mighty again! A liberal bastion in Europe. The yardstick of civilization, whose people are praised by our progressive leaders for their leadership in environmental and social pursuits.
Not only are there living victims bearing the scars of the holocaust, but the savages who scarred them are living as well. And let us not kid ourselves, this was not carried out clandestinely by a few henchmen. Many thousands of civilians knew what was going on at the end of the train tracks behind the gates of the camps just outside their villages and cities. There are many people living and breathing who never wore a uniform, but have blood on their hands and in their souls.
What a disparity, what a double standard. By the way, don’t think you’ll win this one with a reference to voting rights or segregation. Not only have both of those wrongs been righted, but how dare you sully the memory of those murdered with those whose feelings were hurt, who were not allowed to pull a lever. I’m not discounting any of that, of course. However, I am saying I’ll take disenfranchisement over mass murder any day. I’ll take a separate lunch counter and mean words instead of Anne Frank’s fate, thank you very much.
If the true racists of this country, namely the likes of the Congressional Black Caucus et al want to secure racial harmony they should do the right thing, and let this nation once and for all live freely and fairly; unencumbered by a perpetual state of apology for sins committed hundreds of years ago and reconciled over and over. If they refuse to do that, then they should do the honorable thing and refuse to acknowledge the reunification of Germany. They should denounce THAT nation and scold them on a daily basis for the next 90 years. THEN I would agree with those racists about something.
For most of my life, I fantasized about accepting an award on TV and using the moment to gloat. In my dreams I would verbally give the finger to any and all persons whom I determined had done me wrong. Ex girlfriends, former employers, tough guys in school and jerks who gave me bad reviews on cruise ships. They would all feel so small as I delivered the line, “…How ’bout DEM apples, huh? You jerks! You SOBs! You thought YOU had the apples, and you’re wrong! I do! You can all KISS MY ASS!!!!” In the fantasy the apples were of course, shiny things, money and broads who didn’t speak English fighting over who would sit on my lap in the limo.
That was the fantasy of an angry young man with effed up priorities. Sure, I still would love as many shiny things as possible, please. But as I move forward in life, I would gladly trade all the cool stuff for the health and safety of my family and friends. The mere fact that I still have my family and friends in my life is such a gift. To be honest, my being alive is a gift as well.
I have a wife who loves me, and a daughter who laughs at the funny things I do. I have a healthy, loving family back east who support every thing I do. My in-laws are the most generous patient people walking the earth, and my friends are numerous and beautiful. I have a loyal fan base which takes the time to listen to my radio show EVERY day, and make me feel good about the work I’m doing.
My relationship with God is more two-way than it’s ever been, and the opportunities in my career are numerous.
I’m loved, I’m alive, I’m a father, I’m sober and I’m going to kiss my wife right now.
For the past 7 years I’ve had really nice cars. First a Mercedes when we were making tons of dough, and had very little overhead. Next a Jaguar-for the sake of full disclosure we were so vain that we had his and her’s Jags, her’s Silver, mine Blue. Then we bought a house, and Andi slid into a practical Honda CRV, and your writer Lord Fauntleroy got myself a Cadillac CTS. The friggin’ nerve of me. Truth be told, it was a ridiculous lease deal that honestly was less expensive than a Camry or Accord.
Over the past two years, we’ve lost nearly $100,000 in the value of our house, our business is off by about 25% and oh yeah, we have a little Irish meatball named Millie whom we created and lives in the under-water house with us. While watching the financial demise of what seems like the entire universe, we have just about held on. Now I am wired to run and hide when the pressure is on. I hate the term “man-up”. When the going gets tough, I prefer to lie down. I don’t wanna know. No news is good news, so don’t open the mail, don’t go to the doctor and certainly DON’T answer the phone.
Well, having a baby can change a man. Knowing one’s self better can change a man. ACTUALLY counting one’s blessings can change a man. In other words, I’m a changed man. Instead of virtually running from this, by the grace of God I have been meeting these challenges head on. I have been working harder to get ahead. I have been reaching out to and surrounding myself with people who I strive to be like. But for all my efforts, nothing felt like I was making a dent until yesterday.
Yesterday, while sitting in the Cadillac dealership about to sign to buy a new Cadillac SRX, I knew something was wrong. I think it may have been the acid in my stomach that could have stripped the Caddy of its paint. Seriously, my PH level was in such disarray, that I felt sour from my hair to my ankles. I breathed a few deep ones, and determined that not only don’t I need a Cadillac, but right now, I don’t need any car at all.
Ever since then, I have felt so good about myself. There is something so great about not only taking responsibility, but DOING the responsible THING. I actually feel more qualified to hold my daughter and tell her I love her. I feel less full of shite. I feel good about myself.
All of this brings to mind those in this country who have fallen under the spell of the tragedy that is liberalism. Those poor people who by virtue of their victim status and apathy will never know this vitality I am feeling. I realized I was breaking my own spirit by lying to myself, by avoiding the truth that money is tight right now. Simple. Where’s the shame? Shame is putting your baby in jeopardy to satisfy your own vanity. Shame is in grandiosity and being judgmental.
It is actually exciting to be exercising my conservative muscles here. I’m taking responsibility, helping myself and learning along the way. I’m being selfless and diligent. I am not blaming anybody for the situation and I am not hiding in fear. I am staying in the solution, and praying for guidance and the strength to carry it out.
Yesterday I swallowed my pride, and ever since, I’ve been burping up a feeling being proud…two different things. One very bad metaphor, and two very different things.
What would the liberals have me do? What do you think?
After watching my Yanks finally figure out the L.A. Angels, I left the channel on and half-watched the post game show as I booked an airline ticket. They were doing a feature on a ballplayer named Kendry Morales, a defector from Cuba. I started really paying attention as he described the events leading up to his defection. It was pretty intense. You see, he didn’t just tip out the door of a hotel while competing in a free country or jump a fence at an embassy screaming “Asylum!” No no no, he did it the old fashioned way. The real Cuban way. After much planning and a few botched attempts, he and a handful of other freedom-seekers crammed into a crappy rowboat and made the shark-infested voyage to the USA. He described having to sneak around as rumors spread in his village of his impending escape…linger on that word for a minute. Escape. He spoke of not knowing who was working for or informing the government. He said if the government found out it would be over. He didn’t elaborate on what “it” was.
Right about then, I flashed to news from this summer. Those comments we heard from the esteemed members of our Congressional Black Caucus about the thuggish brute who has ruled with fear and violence. “It was quite a moment to behold.” Barbara Lee(D-CA) I’m sure it was, you America-hating soulless woman. Dig Bobby Rush(D-Ill) “I think that what really surprised me, but also endeared me to him, was his keen sense of humor, his sense of history and his basic human qualities.” “It was almost like listening to an old friend.” It gets better…“In my household I told Castro he is known as the ultimate survivor,” Rush said.
Laura Richardson another D from CA helped the cause with this one, “He looked right into my eyes and he said, ‘How can we help? How can we help President Obama?’” That one causes an awful confluence of physical reactions in me: It makes my hair stand up, while I dry heave. I SHUDDER to think of the wish list they would give Uncle Fidel: Gulags, or just plain labor camps for the dissidents? Torture rooms or just solitary? Tips on firing squads for those who speak out?
I am sick of the tap dance, the qualifiers. These people hate America. They think America is wrong. they think America is unjust. Not just segments. Not just the south. AMERICA. The WWII-winning, world-liberating aid-providing America. ALL of America is what they hate. This is just one disgusting group of America haters. They are joined by the Barbara Boxers, the Sean Penns and the William Ayerses. I truly believe now, that they all DO want to disassemble the U.S.A. and build it back again in their Statist image.
HOW DARE the media let these vile people get away with this? The media should be the first in line to expose this dismantle-America movement, for if America is changed (that WORD) like they want to, the media will be the first to go. The media will be there to give first hand accounts, which no one will read of the buses unloading in the New Gulags.
Is this really possible? Can we really imagine this? Yes we can.
