“Glen Dean” just linked to a post I wrote. He’s up to his usual tricks again, calling me a conservative while wrapping the title in snidequotes and disowning me for pandering to liberals.
As if I ever did anything I didn’t want to. As if I ever caved into peer pressure. I am the woman who has been to numerous Grateful Dead shows without ever once taking illicit drugs. I’m the girl who went to Nazarene summer camp three years running and didn’t respond to one altar call. I’m the woman who cornered her Congressman and Senator (at the time Dan Coates and Dan Quayle) in the Hamburger Hamlet in Georgetown and told them if they didn’t quit riding the fence they’d get splinters in their butts.
I’m not one to curry favour with anyone, nor am I one to bow to peer pressure. It’s what makes me and libertarianism such a beautiful marriage.
Well, now that I’ve defended my bad behaviour and cloaked it in the guise of coolness, let me address one point of “Glen”‘s that needs clearing up. He claims that I’ve developed my opinion of these odious Town Hall Melees from the liberal media/thinktank whathaveyou. I would like to state for the record that my post about those Town Hall Melees was conceived of and written after reading tweets from that bastion of liberalism we call Bill Hobbs. Mr. Johnny Red himself.
And this is what should make “Glen Dean” and the rest of his crowd think. Those folks who are strutting with thrust-out chests, passing around shaking blurry video of some huckster being beaten by Union thugs and calling it a victory for freedom. I developed my opinion after reading one of the vaunted heroes of the New Conservatism. One of the grand propagandists of the Radical Right. And you all can’t even tell the difference between him and the left. Pause and Reflect.
I read tweets and blog posts from other conservatives who claim to share my faith. They muddy themselves with debasing attitudes, flinging hate like the muck they spew and dismissing other people with crude epithets and snide remarks. Then they turn right around and tweet and blog on Sundays and Wednesday Nights about how they’re going to church and they wonder if people would follow God on Twitter and they wonder why Obama doesn’t pray in public and scream about this being a Christian nation and stamp their feet as they proclaim about how Thomas Jefferson died on the cross for our sins and our right to pray in schools. Praise the Lord, pass the ammunition and act like fecal-encrusted rabid monkeys when you go to a Town Meeting because that screaming, pushing, shoving and cursing is winning people to your cause and saving souls for the afterlife.
You know, if this is what conservative means, you can keep putting snidequotes around it when you talk about me. Because in my book conservative still means that you work hard, do your best, care and provide for your loved ones and do the works of charity in private–through your churches and clubs and out of your back gate. I don’t care to belong to this new conservatism that takes the worst in man and celebrates thuggery as the price of the new liberty.