Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Leaving the left / I can no longer abide the simpering voices of self-styled progressives -- people who once championed solidarity

Leaving the left / I can no longer abide the simpering voices of self-styled progressives -- people who once championed solidarity: "All of which is why I have come to believe, and gladly join with others who have discovered for themselves, that the single most important thing a genuinely liberal person can do now is walk away from the house the left has built."

My reply, in a Letter to the Editor of the SF Chronicle:

"This guy is a mess. His need to be a player leaps from the page - or page after page in his revitalized career as a prolific, published Changeling - as a soul undergoing atomic conversion; deep paradigm alteration. He has found the light, and a new way. He can now see. He now knows what to believe - after all these drinks.

And so much new to see and love. I guess the new Keith Thompson now believes that drilling in Alaska is OK; allowing private pensions to founder and letting wolves toy with Social Security is just the neato keeno solution that American families require for their dignity and survival; giving the US Government power over your daughter's cervix is just what she deserves and wants; letting public schools drip to a conclusion is a smart move; watching Michelle Malkin wipe her Coulter in public is as good as sex; not enhancing the fuel efficiency of American built cars is cool, and giving credence to the ideas of degenerate fundamentalist religious fakers is the moral highroad.

Yep, Mr. Thompson is just about the finest example of himself that the world has ever seen. He seems to want us to see his shift to the other side as in keeping with his soul; his moral compass and his clock cleaned and regulated

But for me his newfound way is a very old way, celebrated in dark corners by those whose only strong suit is fear itself.

For myself, I'll just sweat it out and pray that my understanding of the world, and the felt responsibility to all that lives, continues to shine bright for me and doesn't leave me lying in the dust - out there with Mr. Right."

Phill Sawyer

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Why did the chicken cross the road? 'Cause nobody listened to him on this side.