Sarah Hoyt recently wrote about being an American. Actually she’s written about it a couple of times recently, which has brought several atavistic shit gits out from under their rocks to claim that Sarah is somehow not a real American. Why? Because apparently she’ll never be a real American, having been born in Portugal. Her ideals don’t matter. Her fundamental values don’t matter. Her love for this nation doesn’t matter. She wasn’t born here. The absolute condescending stupidity coming from the maws of these asswads is appalling.
By their definition, I am not American either, and will never be, because I wasn’t born here. It doesn’t matter that I grew up here, hold the fundamental ideals that have made this nation great dear, served this nation honorably in the Armed Forces, and continue to do so as a civilian, and have raised my children to also love this nation. I’m not an American, and apparently because my son was born in Germany – while we were stationed there – and my daughter was born in Ukraine – we adopted her when she was five years old – they’re not real Americans either, despite their service to their country in the Army and Marine Corps respectively.
That’s what kind of horrifyingly small-minded and xenophobic followers of a certain unhinged loon, who seems to have developed a psychosexual obsession with Sarah, are.
I bet they support the Hairy Hemorrhoid™ for President too.
But I digress.
What I really want to talk about is this whole concept of being an American. It’s not blood, like some racist swine will claim. It’s not ethnicity. It’s a shared love of this country and the ideals it was created to protect. No, it’s not blind allegiance to those in power. It’s a fundamental understanding of the rights and freedoms this nation strives to protect – sometimes successfully, sometimes not so much. It’s a love for natural rights. It’s an uncompromising belief in the fundamental freedoms of every human being to live, love, work, achieve, and succeed.
It’s not something that’s learned in school. But it’s the inherent knowledge in the power of every individual and the people’s authority to stand up to tyranny and remove it, if need be. That’s not something a civics class can teach you. You either get it, or you don’t. You either come to it via your own free, rational mind, or you fall into one of two categories: those who strive to make your rights and freedoms subordinate to their petty little feelings, or those who claim to love freedom, but strive to use government force to impose their own version of freedom on others. Either one is unacceptable in a truly free society.
The very first piece I published was entitled “The Moment.” It seems like ages ago when I first wrote this essay to try and explain why I hold the views I hold. Why, despite not having known anything about the Constitution or the Bill of Rights, I believed in the basic concepts enshrined therein. I’m posting it here word for word, because I believe it’s important for those boorish oafs who impugn immigrants as something less than American (even as they take America for granted, having had the honor and privilege of having grown up here) to understand who, we immigrants, are and why we think the way we do.
I wrote this in 2001, and it still holds true today.
I know the exact day, and moment when my views on the Second Amendment were formed.
It was before I knew what the Constitution of the United States of America was.
It was before I knew about the Bill of Rights.
And it was before I’d ever touched a gun.
It was when a Soviet border guard stuck a rifle in my face and threatened to shoot me when I was eight years old.
I haven’t the slightest idea what kind of rifle it was. I don’t know if it was an AK, or an SKS, or any other letters resembling a spoonful of alphabet soup. At that time I couldn’t tell the difference between an M-60 and a Beretta 9mm pistol. But it was a rifle, and it was inches away from my face.
That was the exact moment I knew that the ability to defend yourself is tantamount to life itself.
The border guard was standing in front of a doorway through which they took my dad. My parents and I spent the day in this third-world pit on the border of Poland and Ukraine, waiting to leave the Soviet Union. And since we were Jews, who wanted more than anything to leave the motherland, the border officials, the guards and the so-called “customs officials” made it their official duty to make our lives as miserable as possible while we were there.
So, they rifled through our luggage, confiscating anything they deemed necessary – loosely translated it means they stole our stuff.
They did body searches – strip and orifice searches as well. Not because they really thought we were hiding something, but because they wanted to further humiliate the Jews. It made them feel powerful and strong. It made them feel more than what they actually were. It was the ultimate illusion.
They say power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely. And the final step to that absolute corruption is taking away a person’s means of self-defense.
It starts with games – mind games – the kind of games that leave you drained of dignity, self-worth and the will to live. It starts with humiliation, crescendos with vicious emotional lashing and culminates with complete surrender.
I sat quietly in a corner – a skinny eight-year-old kid. I was scared to death, so I sat in a chair and stared into my book of fairy tales as my parents stood in front of the customs officials and watched them rummage, tear and confiscate our meager belongings.
My parents looked tired and defeated. They were pale. They obviously hadn’t slept. They stood in front of the customs officials with their hands hanging limply at their sides, stooped and beaten.
We didn’t take much with us. Three suitcases and a small radio. I was in charge of carrying that. I didn’t want to give it up. It was my responsibility. And as one official watched me clutch at the radio’s plastic handle with my sweaty hands, he decided against taking it away from me. He told me to go sit in a corner instead.
So I sat. My mom came over later and gave me my book of fairy tales to read. I couldn’t concentrate, so I furtively watched my parents face the border officials.
When they were finally finished checking our baggage – when they felt they had stolen enough – they sloppily closed the suitcases, and escorted my father to another room.
And as I watched him go, I was racked by this overwhelming feeling of utter terror and helplessness. I wanted to go to him. At that moment I wanted my daddy more than anything in the world. So before my mother could stop me, I dropped my book and left my radio on my chair. I jumped up and began running toward my father, who’d disappeared into a dark hallway. At that point the only thing standing between me and my dad was a guard – a guard in an olive drab or grey uniform (I can’t even remember its exact color) and a rifle.
In the darkened hallway I saw my father turn and look at me as the guard pointed the rifle in my face. I saw another guard lead my father away. And I heard my mother scream, “Let this child go to her father! Now!”
Even in this darkest, most humiliating of places, she gathered her last vestiges of strength and dignity and faced that guard in my defense!
I reached out a hand past the guard and screamed, “Daddy!” But he was gone, and I felt myself being pulled back into my mother’s arms. I screamed louder, “Daddy!” and tried to run past the guard. And once again that rifle was in my face and my mother was crying and screaming.
My mother and I were eventually allowed to join my father. We sat in the train station, waiting for the next available train to take us away from that hellhole. My parents carefully folded what clothing we had left into the suitcase. I could see torn sheets, a few books and some old shoes also being lovingly packed away.
We traveled for another two months before we reached our final destination – America.
But I’ll never forget that day. I’ll never forget how helpless I felt – how demeaned and beaten my parents looked. And I’ll never forget that rifle in my face. At that point, someone had complete power over me and over those I loved. At that moment, we were helpless, disarmed and undefended.
Today, as I write this, I realize how crucial the ability to defend oneself truly is. It’s not about having to justify myself to anyone in power anytime I want to purchase a certain weapon. It’s not about being registered like a common criminal simply because I want to own a gun. It’s not even about being called a “gun nut” or an “NRA freak.”
It’s about the slow, systematic destruction of dignity and strength. It’s about the methodical erosion of our personal defenses. And all of the above are definitive symptoms of that erosion.
For once you’ve taken away a person’s self-respect – once you’ve taken away a person’s dignity – it becomes all the easier to take away his or her means of self-defense. And once that’s gone – that’s the precise moment you know you’ve been completely defeated.
This is why I fight. This is why I stand up. This is why I serve the nation I love in the best way I know how, even though I may disagree quite vocally with the leaders America elects to power.
This is why I will never sit down and shut up.
And those who want to use government force to silence my voice are going to have a hard time.
This morning’s article in The Hill claims that “Trump leads post-debate online polls,” citing a Time magazine, admittedly unscientific survey, and a Drudge Report poll, which supposedly attracted 120,000 respondents. Each poll shows Trump leading by a significant amount.
According to a Drudge Report survey that has attracted more than 120,000 votes, 63.8 percent said Trump won the debate, followed Ted Cruz, at 17.9 percent, Marco Rubio, at 12.8 percent, John Kasich, at 3.6 percent, and Ben Carson, at 2 percent.
A Time magazine online poll of 17,000 people found the billionaire businessman taking 71 percent, followed by Rubio, at 18 percent, Kasich, at 6 percent, Cruz, at 4 percent, and Carson, at 2 percent.
Now, I watched the debate last night, and I gotta tell you, the Cruz/Rubio tag team eviscerated the Hairy Hemorrhoid™! They made him look like a petulant schoolyard bully who finally got his comeuppance. He screeched “LIAR,” he threw out red herrings about Cruz’s Tweet about Ben Carson leaving Iowa early, he tried to taunt Rubio about his performance during the New Hampshire debate, but to no avail. Cruz and Rubio continued to throw substantive punches, showing Trump to be nothing but a lying, puerile assclown!
No one in their right mind… no one with two brain cells to rub together… would claim that Trump somehow won that debate. They didn’t just gut Trump, they tore him apart with their bare hands, strung him up by his own viscera, and dangled him like a crazy marionette from the debate hall ceiling for all the world to see!And yet, these polls show that more than two-thirds of those who watched the debate think he won? Come on!
Either the debate watchers were blind and deaf, or they were incredibly stupid. I had a hard time believing that Americans can be that dumb, so I ventured over to both sites and took the survey.
- I was able to vote as many times as I wanted.
- I was able to vote numerous times for the same candidate.
- I was able to vote numerous times for different candidates each time.
- There was no way to determine if I actually watched the debate.
So my only conclusion is that either the Hairy Hemorrhoid™ paid some monkeys to sit around and hit the button for him on both sites, or that his supporters are so squirrel shit, frothing crazy, that they’re willfully ignoring their candidate’s lack of substance, childish behavior, lack of debate ability, and general shittardedness.
My bet it on the former. Yes, I think Trumproids are morons, but frankly, I can’t imagine they’re that dumb!
My bigger question is why in fug’s hell The Hill would even run this non-story? While other news outlets focused on what was said in the actual debate, this douche monkey Jonathan Easley is focusing an article on two polls that mean exactly jack and shit.
And then I read his write-up of the actual debate.
Marco Rubio and Ted Cruz threw everything they had at Donald Trump at Thursday night’s Republican debate, hoping to find some way to stop the clear front-runner for the party’s presidential nomination.
Rubio in particular came out hot, seemingly dumping his opposition research on Trump as he attacked the billionaire on his eponymous university, his business record and his core political beliefs.
Trump, for his part, mostly kept his cool through the two-hour debate in Houston even as he was the focus of relentless attacks from Cruz and Rubio.
Both Cuban-American senators are trailing Trump badly in the delegate race, and need to do something fast to turn around the race.
That doesn’t at all sound biased, does it? Especially in light of the complete and utter nonsense he was spouting and stammering in response to the attacks!
CRUZ: You know, in the past couple of weeks the Wall Street Journal had a very interesting article about the state of Arizona. Arizona put in very tough laws on illegal immigration, and the result was illegal immigrants fled the state, and what’s happened there — it was a very interesting article.
Some of the business owners complained that the wages they had to pay workers went up, and from their perspective that was a bad thing. But, what the state of Arizona has seen is the dollars they’re spending on welfare, on prisons, and education, all of those have dropped by hundreds of millions of dollars. And, the Americans, and for that matter, the legal immigrants who are in Arizona, are seeing unemployment drop are seeing wages rise. That’s who we need to be fighting for.
TRUMP: Well, I’m very glad that Ted mentioned Arizona because probably the toughest man on borders is Sheriff Joe Arpaio, and two days ago he totally endorsed me, so, thank you.
Quite the substantive reply there, Hemorrhoid!
RUBIO: But I also think that if you’re going to claim that you’re the only one that lifted this into the campaign, that you acknowledge that, for example, you’re only person on this stage that has ever been fined for hiring people to work on your projects illegally.
You hired some workers from Poland…
TRUMP: No, no, I’m the only one on the stage that’s hired people. You haven’t hired anybody.
TRUMP: And by the way, I’ve hired — and by the way, I’ve hired tens of thousands of people over at my job. You’ve hired nobody.
RUBIO: Yes, you’ve hired a thousand from another country…
TRUMP: You’ve had nothing but problems with your credit cards, et cetera. So don’t tell me about that.
RUBIO: Let me just say — let me finish the statement. This is important.
TRUMP: You haven’t hired one person, you liar.
TRUMP: But I’ve hired people. Nobody up here has hired anybody.
Yeah, let’s not focus on the fact that the Hemorrhoid has been fined for his hiring practices. Let’s just scream, “CREDIT CARDS! LIAR!” and repeat ourselves several times, while accusing Rubio of repeating himself two debates ago!
And speaking of repeating himself, the Hemorrhoid seems to use repetition in lieu of actual substance. He can’t say much about his health care plans, but they’re gonna be YUUUGE!!! Too bad Rubio called him on it!
TRUMP: The nice part of the plan — you’ll have many different plans. You’ll have competition, you’ll have so many different plans.
RUBIO: Now he’s repeating himself.
TRUMP: No, no, no.
(LAUGHTER) (APPLAUSE) (CHEERING)
TRUMP: (inaudible) I watched him repeat himself five times four weeks ago…
RUBIO: … I just watched you repeat yourself five times five seconds ago…
TRUMP: I watched him meltdown on the stage like that, I’ve never seen it in anybody…
BASH: … Let’s stay focused on the subject…
TRUMP: … I thought he came out of the swimming pool…
RUBIO: … I see him repeat himself every night, he says five things, everyone’s dumb, he’s gonna make America great again…
How anyone with half a brain can think that this type of stammering, stuttering, stumbling, red herring-tossing dumbshittery is anything resembling a debate winner, let alone a PRESIDENT, is beyond me!
But apparently Easley and The Hill are up for relevancy through clickbait, rather than focusing on the substance of the debate. Good to know.
UPDATE: The husband just pointed to this column by RedState, which is hardly unbiased, but this bit of analysis was dead on, in my opinion.
Here’s what a bad night it was for Trump. In the middle of a completely innocuous question from moderator Hugh Hewitt, which was not in any way attacking Trump, Trump out of nowhere slammed Hewitt with “No one listens to your show.” In the span of 20 seconds, he said “I don’t believe anything Telemundo says,” and “I love Telemundo. Everything is fine.” Literally within the same answer. The belief this entire time has been that Donald Trump cannot be rattled in a debate. Tonight proved that it is not true. It’s one thing to expose Trump as a liberal; what the other Republican candidates did tonight was to expose Trump as a lightweight. Trump has gotten away for months with not having answers to anything because no one has pressed him on the point. Tonight, that ended, and he looked like a child.
Peter Fricke of Campus Reform brings us the latest in Special Snowflake Syndrome derangement – students at Brown University, who are complaining about being forced to do actual *GASP!* homework between their activism! No, I really wish I was kidding. Legal adults, complaining that having to actually study in college is making them stressed and upset, because they’re too busy being good little Howler Monkeys for social justice. Emotional outbursts, panic attacks, and other assorted asschafery has caused an inability on the Snowflakes’ part to actually do what they came to college to do – study!
“There are people breaking down, dropping out of classes, and failing classes because of the activism work they are taking on,” an undergraduate student going by the pseudonym “David” told The Brown Daily Herald Thursday. “My grades dropped dramatically. My health completely changed. I lost weight. I’m on antidepressants and anti-anxiety pills right now. Counselors called me. I had deans calling me to make sure I was okay.”
See what these little douche pickles want is a pass. They want a pass from having to work and achieve good grades. They want a pass from having to think and learn. They want a pass from effort. They want a pass from life.
They demand special accommodations, such as extensions on homework and tests, because it’s just stressing them out too much to have to live up to their obligations! They would rather be petted on their pointy little heads and told how special and different they are, and how their social justice
activism whining deserves special treatment. And if you don’t comply with the SJW demands…. RACIST!
Liliana Sampedro, one of the students who compiled the diversity ultimatum, argued that refusal to grant such accommodations “has systemic effects on students of color,” who she said may sometimes feel obligated to prioritize their activist work over their studies.
“I remember emailing the professor and begging her to put things off another week … I hadn’t eaten. I hadn’t slept. I was exhausted, physically and emotionally,” Sampedro recalled. The professor nonetheless insisted that she submit a previously-assigned research presentation on time, which she claims forced her to stay up late to finish the project after having already spent hours working on the list of demands.
For those of you who are shaking your heads in disbelief at the lack of fortitude and integrity on the part of these entitled Snowflakes, just know students at Brown aren’t the only ones whining about having to actually do the work they came to college to do. Whining bitch nuggets at Oberlin got triggered because a professor refused to grant them an exam delay for the Snowflakes who were too emotionally exhausted to take their statistics final. Meanwhile, Columbia Law School actually granted a delay to infantile fuckwits who were “traumatized” by the grand jury failure to indict police officers in the deaths of Michael Brown and Eric Garner. Harvard and Georgetown students followed suit in their demands for similar special treatment.
Remind me to ensure that I never, EVER, hire anyone from Colombia, Harvard, or Georgetown law schools. I’m not even kidding. If these coddled morons can’t prioritize their work over their butthurt, they have no business in MY workforce!
Micro- or macroagressed? Too bad! I look for intestinal fortitude in my workers. I look for integrity. I look for an ability to balance work and life, and an understanding and respect for the priorities of the mission. If you can’t turn in an assignment by the suspense date, and insist that your employer’s priorities take a back seat to your own activism, you shouldn’t be working there!
If you claim that you are stressed, physically ill, and too upset to do the work you were hired to do, you need to go elsewhere.
If you cannot even take a simple exam on time, because you were too busy indulging your chafed labia and demanding that others follow suit, as a professor, I’d tell you to get the fuck out of my office!
Welcome to real life, Cupcakes! Now deal with it!
Dear Republican and Democrat establishments,
By this time you’re probably wondering what the hell is happening to that nice little world you’ve created for yourselves. The Hairy Hemorrhoid™ and the Septuagenarian Socialist are putting a spike the size of a cricket bat into the tires of your 2016 campaign buses, and you are spinning ferociously in your seats like ferrets on speed, trying to catch up.
What the hell happened?
Well you need to look no further than your mirrors, and not the funhouse ones that give you that warped view of yourselves, either. Take a long, hard look at what’s going on, because you are the ones who created the deranged monstrosity we’re seeing in the primaries of both parties today!
Republicans, you want to know why the obnoxious, narcissistic, boorish, classless assclown has won his third primary in a row?
You created him, you brainless shit weasels!
You ignored the calls of the grassroots to change. You’ve tried to foist your “moderate” picks on the people… first McCain (it was his turn, after all!)… then Mittens (the guy who lost to the guy who lost to Bush in 2000, and then proceeded to lose to Obama in 2012)… and then the Third Coming of Bush. And now that the more than $100 million you wasted on that guy has swirled the drain, you’re trying to promote a Rubio/Kasich ticket? Are you fucking high? Are you stupid? Do you not get the message?
Republican voters don’t want a compromiser. They don’t want a flip-flopper. They don’t want the usual establishment liars. And they certainly don’t want someone who doesn’t listen to the grassroots on issues such as illegal immigration, and has voted for the Clinton “assault” weapons ban, while giving lip service to the Second Amendment. In a poll conducted by the Zelman Partisans recently, 20 percent and 22.6 percent of respondents found Rubio and Kasich respectively to be the biggest threats to our Second Amendment rights. Now, it’s a small sampling of respondents, but it’s indicative of something – something not good.
And yet, you don’t listen. And now that your Clown Prince has been dethroned, you’re trying to toss yet another establishment RINO in the pool to see if that turd will float, and you’re wondering why the grassroots are so pissed off that they will vote for a lying, self-absorbed jackass, who has a history of throwing money at exactly the type of leftists you claim to despise and in his own words has supported every single big government thing you claim to oppose!
Yep, you’ve pissed off the grassroots so much, they’re willing to vote for a lying, liberal embarrassment just to show you how much you suck!
Every year, you stick your syphilitic cocks in the faces of the voters, and you expect them to hold their noses and swallow.
Guess what, morons! It’s not happening this year! The grassroots are rebelling, and they’re going to chomp down on that member you’ve so arrogantly presented to them, spit it out, and watch you bleed and squeal.
You think years of compromising on such issues as illegal immigration, open borders, budgets, debt ceilings, judicial nominees, and other destructive policies in spite of growing dissent from the very people who put them into office is going to endear the establishment to them?
No, they’re so sick of you and your Washington boys, they’re willing to cut America’s nose off to spite her face, and you are responsible. You are arrogant. You are willfully blind. You refuse to stand on your principles, choosing instead to push a more “electable” candidate – one whom you can control, apparently – one of you – and you’ve become an elitist donor class that only needs the grassroots when it comes time to push your boy over the finish line. And guess what! The grassroots are sick of it.
Yertle the Turtle McConnell, Paul Ryan, John McCain, and the rest of your establishment buds are seen as the enemy – as big an enemy, if not bigger, than Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama. And you think pushing a Rubio/Kasich establishment ticket will help? Morons!
Take a good look, GOP. You created this Trumpenstein Monster, and you will be forced to lick its shoes once he’s nominated, because you still don’t get it.
On the Democrat side we have a revolt of its own. Hillary Clinton was long thought to have been the presumptive nominee – long before she even announced she was running again! The media was beating the Hillary drum as far back as 2014.
National Review Online was assuming she was going to be the Democrats’ girl back in 2014 as well and painting her as the grand enemy for the Republicans to beat, while the mainstream media was washing her ballsack with their fawning, sycophantic “she will save us all” pablum.
Democrats, you were so busy polishing Hillary’s knob, you didn’t even see the wave of entitled children, yammering for free stuff and elevating the Socialist Septuagenarian as their Santa Claus!
You underestimated the type of society you have helped birth – a society of undereducated, entitled, demanding, infantile dolts who haven’t the slightest clue about macro economics, finance, or ethics, for that manner.
You helped create a society that thinks educating students on diversity is more important than teaching them basic economics, politics, history, and effective written and verbal communication.
And you wonder now, why the younger generation is all about voting for the candidate who promises them the most free shit?
You assumed they would line up behind Hillary.
You assumed it was her turn.
You assumed that no matter whom you shoved down their throats, they would line up like good little goosestepping Stepford Voters and cast the ballot for the Chosen One.
You assumed that idealistic children wouldn’t care about corporatism, continued scandals, honesty, or integrity.
Hey, give Teh Bern his due. He may be dumber than a box of hammers, he may be incapable of coherently discussing fiscal or economic policy, and he may be stupid on foreign policy, but his rambling, idiot supporters perceive him as somewhat honest, and he speaks to the very heart of the entitled, sniveling masses who are sick and tired of the assumption that they will just vote for whomever the establishment shoves down their little gullets.
Is it any wonder that those of us with at least half a functioning brain are considering either voting for the third party candidate, staying home, or rooting for the Sweet Meteor of Death this election season?
Take a good look in the mirror, establishment, because in your froth-flecked zeal to smash and spike the outsiders who don’t play your games and prevent them from being competitive in the nomination process, you may wind up kissing the puckered rectums of the really batshit crazy outsider faction!
Berlusconi in a bad toupee, or the nuttier than squirrel shit Socialist? Take your pick, because you birthed this Cthulhu of an election season, and it’s the rest of us who will pay.