The cool thing about being a liberal is how easy it is: C ” I like spaghetti” L ” That’s racist cultural appropriation!” You don’t even have to think about it
Groucho had an uber-pithy way of distilling something Dan Greenfield wrote, pithy in itself:
Quick, what’s the Dem position on Syria? What about China?
Don’t bother. There was once a time when Democrats could discuss Syria, North Korea, the South China Sea, economic tensions in the European Union and the future of Africa. But that was before Trump.
. . . .
While Trump deals with crises in North Korea, Iran, Syria, Venezuela and China, the Democrats are doing everything they can to sabotage him, not because they have another vision, but because they hate him. Their foreign policy has been reduced to anti-Trump petulance, to harassing the governments of Ukraine and Israel because they appear to be too friendly with Trump, to trying to start a war with Russia because they lost an election and to supporting Iran because it’s associated with Obama’s legacy.
That’s not just treasonous. It’s stupid.
After a century of being defined by the global visions of Woodrow Wilson, FDR and JFK, the Democrats have become a party limited by tribal anger and identity politics. Their map of the world now consists of places that hate Trump, that like Trump, and where Trump once did business. And if they start another war, it won’t be because they love their country or care about the world, but because they hate Trump.
— “The Democrats Don’t Have a Foreign Policy, They Have A Trump Policy”
FrontPage | 5/10/18 | Dan Greenfield
All their world is staged,
And all their men and women merely players;
They have theatrics and self-centeredness;
And one lib in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven rages. At first the infanticide,
Mulishly puking up “penumbra rights”;
And then the whining school-boy, with his catch-alls
And chiding mourning face, creepy like Smails,
Unwittingly too-schooled. And then the vlogger,
Skypeing in earnest, with a woeful pallor
Due to his mistress’s Tide Pod. Then a SJW,
Full of untruths, and weird just like his part;
Jealous, dishonored, sullen and quick in quarrel,
Seeking a feeble reputation
Even from CNN’s mouth. And then, at Justice,
Unfair, proud bullies to good conduct blind
With lies severe and peers with former guts,
Full of FISA laws and modern implements;
And so he plies his art. The sixth age shifts
Into the mean and slippery politician,
With spectacles and shows and shifting sides;
His youthful ho’s well slaved, the world too wise
To his drunk skank; and his bag-manny voice,
Turning again toward churlish grovel, bribes
And weasels soon surround. Last scene of all,
That ends in their deranged eventual utopia,
Is secular childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans Peace, sans Rights, sans Taste, sans everything.
The cool thing about being a liberal is how easy it is: C ” I like spaghetti” L ” That’s racist cultural appropriation!” You don’t even have to think about it
As Groucho once sang, “Whatever it is, I’m against it.”
Groucho had an uber-pithy way of distilling something Dan Greenfield wrote, pithy in itself:
— “The Democrats Don’t Have a Foreign Policy, They Have A Trump Policy”
FrontPage | 5/10/18 | Dan Greenfield
All their world is staged,
And all their men and women merely players;
They have theatrics and self-centeredness;
And one lib in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven rages. At first the infanticide,
Mulishly puking up “penumbra rights”;
And then the whining school-boy, with his catch-alls
And chiding mourning face, creepy like Smails,
Unwittingly too-schooled. And then the vlogger,
Skypeing in earnest, with a woeful pallor
Due to his mistress’s Tide Pod. Then a SJW,
Full of untruths, and weird just like his part;
Jealous, dishonored, sullen and quick in quarrel,
Seeking a feeble reputation
Even from CNN’s mouth. And then, at Justice,
Unfair, proud bullies to good conduct blind
With lies severe and peers with former guts,
Full of FISA laws and modern implements;
And so he plies his art. The sixth age shifts
Into the mean and slippery politician,
With spectacles and shows and shifting sides;
His youthful ho’s well slaved, the world too wise
To his drunk skank; and his bag-manny voice,
Turning again toward churlish grovel, bribes
And weasels soon surround. Last scene of all,
That ends in their deranged eventual utopia,
Is secular childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans Peace, sans Rights, sans Taste, sans everything.