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Originally Posted by sarettah
Yaeh, I'm high. right.
Fucking libs want it both ways. They want to feel safe and protected and at the same time they want to have all the borders open for the rifraff to come in.
They want to make good money, they want to be able to be rich... Which means there better be low taxes.. But, at the same time, they want a super quality eductaion, free medical care, super good roads.
They don't want to kill motherfuckers that kill other people but they want to be able (at government expense of course) to kill a couple hundred thousand babies each year.
You want to see a lib become sane real quick. Have someone shoot their kid. Have their daughter come home pregnant and announce that she is gonna kill the baby. You will see libs jumping to the sane side of the death penalty issue and the abortion issue in a fucking second. And just so folks know, I am not Pro Life. I am Pro Sanity.
I get so tired of listening to the same liberal drivel over and over again. We finally have a sane administration, doing what needs to be done, when it needs to be done and all they can do is whine about how Clinton got treated. Give me a fucking break please.  |
Out of the darkness, one or two nuggets of gold glimmer.
Many "liberals" would turn on a dime with a couple of the scenarios you drew. I'm not one of them, but I never hung a tag on myself. I despise labels and there are very few that I will accept. Someone else's definition of a "liberal" certainly isn't one of them.
A drunk driver killed my sweet, gentle, beloved cousin Michael. My Uncle, normally the most mild mannered of men, a true gentle soul, was watched carefully during the trial of the 19 year old girl that was driving the car that threw my cousins body about a hundred feet. My father was actually afraid that my Uncle would try and get into court and kill her. People do change when things hit home. Thankfully, my Uncle changed back, thanks to the being we called "cousin Libby." (Libby was a dog my Aunt got him. Libby required walking, feeding, care and was so lovable she brought my Uncle back into the realm of the living.) Up until that car hit my cousin I doubt my Uncle had ever had a harmful thought in his life. (He was the only one in my military family that *didn't* go career military.)
My stomach flipped at the thought of one of my daughter's becoming pregnant and wanting an abortion, and I'm solidly pro-choice. However, that would be *my* grandchild up for discussion here. What I would have to do is swallow what I felt and shut the hell up, because it would not be my place to say a damned word other than the supportive ones I'd utter to my daughter. I'd grieve for my lost grandchild in private. (Yes, I know damned well I'd do that. I would want desperately to lay out as an option "have the baby and your father and I would raise it," knowing how stupid and impossible that would be. We're too old to begin raising an infant and I'm too sick. I'd keep my mouth shut, but I imagine she'd see it in my eyes.) This is all imagination anyway, because my children are all adults living out on their own. When they lived at home, it would have been my responsibility to do what was best for my *child,* whatever that may have been.
But, my stomach did flip, and my Uncle did flip out...so I do see the points you're making, sarettah.