What did we learn last week, little conservative kiddies?
Well, we learned from Nikki Haley, after Obama’s State Of Confusion Address, that conservatives shouldn’t be mad or support any angry GOP contenders like .. uh … Donald Trump.
That’s right, little children. You’d better squelch that rage because Nikki, Lindsey and Jeb don’t like it, and to them it’s counter-intuitive to winning elections. Do you think their rebuke of The Donald is based upon the fact that they couldn’t draw Trump's crowds if they gave out free beer and hookers? We may never know. Anyway...
Correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t McCain and McRomney peddle that same “be nice” McCrap tactic in ’08 and 2012, Mrs. Haley? How’d that work out for us, huh? Google that, Nikki, and get back to me.
Look, I hate to break it to the governor from SC, who begged money from Trump when she was clamoring for that job, but for your information, people are pissed and Trump’s massive rallies and Jeb’s and Lindsey’s underwhelming events prove the nation shares Donald's rage regarding how BHO has decimated this nation.
Telling us to calm down is like telling the patriots in 1773 to chill out. You’re way out of touch, sister.
Oh, and by the way, I don’t remember your saying shizzle about Al Sharpton’s demented rhetoric when you shared a stage with that tax-evading, slick-haired, hate merchant. Why didn’t you chastise him when you were hugging him, since you’re now the self-appointed Rage-Aholic Rebuke Queen?
As most of you know by now, I ain’t buying Haley’s “be calm” hash she’s slinging. I think it’s a time for anger and, therefore, I prefer Nikki Sixx to Nikki Haley because I don’t think, as our pacified RINO losers believe, that anger is naughty. Matter of fact, I think anger is a must in this mucked America; and here’s why:
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Anger, like alcohol, is only bad if it’s abused. However, if used for right reasons and in right amounts (as the inspired Psalmist once said about wine), it can “make the heart merry.” Anger might not make you glad as quickly as a second glass of Merlot can, but if channeled correctly, it will make you giddy about something you desire, but can’t get—until you get angry.
For example: say you’re an unemployed, 28-year old guy who does nothing but sit on your butt playing video games, smoking weed, living with mommy and dating 19-year old girls and guys. You know what? You should get angry with yourself because you, clearly, aren’t the coldest beer in the fridge. You do not have a life, and it should make you mad that other people are actually productive—unlike you.
Need another example? Say you’re overweight. Remember what it used to be like to walk across Walmart’s parking lot without having to be gurneyed to your minivan by Randy Mantooth? Remember the joy of not being able to hide small toys and half-eaten sandwiches between the folds of blubber on your body; and being able to actually see the toilet when you use it? Remember those simple pleasures? You do? Does it make you mad that you don’t get to enjoy them any longer? It does?!? There you go . . . see how positive anger can be?
Folks, this righteous wrath not only works for personal improvement, but it can also change for the better all aspects of our society—if we’ll get righteously P.O.’d in a precise direction. And there’s the rub . . . Our neutered nation tells us it’s a big no-no to get mad anymore. Especially if you're a conservative.
That’s right, being angry is forbidden in our currently castrated culture—unless it’s something that the liberal thought police thinks you should be ticked at, and then you’re forced to fume also or you’re . . . you’re . . . you’re a . . . a Nazi!
Nowadays, we’ve been forced to memorize this mantra of postmodernism that being nice and accepting of anything and everything—even if it is utter, uncut and unmitigated BS—is our duty. And it just so happens that BS is the chief characteristic of our society these days. We’re inundated with it, but not supposed to be upset by it, which is convenient if you are the seller of it.
Because we have allowed ourselves to be programmed by “them” to be nice and not heat up (unless, again, it is at something that upsets the left), we don’t even blink an eye when we see the base and the vile; instead we force a smile. What a bunch of bunkum we’ve been sold vis-à-vis this whole uninterrupted “nice” wave we’ve been told we’re supposed to surf. Today, people can do something appalling, say something contemptible and delve down the funnel exalting the lowest parts of humanity—and what’s to be our response? We’re supposed to stay sedate.
So, why do we show mock civility towards things that mock civility? Well, because “anger is bad.” And we don’t want to be bad, do we? No, we want to be nice. We’re supposed to be a chilled-out group of pleasant and complicit prawns who do the Miss America wave no matter what kind of insanity gets shoved in our faces, up our tail pipes or down our throats.
We’ve got to get P.O.’d, people, or our nation is going to be unrecognizable. We must meet those with anti-American sentiments and their insanity everywhere they raise their garlic-knotted heads and solidly beat them on their own turf. Otherwise, the things we love as traditional Americans are going to end up as relics in a museum in a pathetic shell of a country.
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