This week, we moved past the Kavanaugh confirmation and directly into the helpless rage left in its wake. The result? This bit of comedy gold.
A couple of thoughts on this issue of the progressive mob and its tactics….
First, I think it’s completely risible that Democrats who have used militaristic terms like “The Resistance” and quietly excused the violent behavior of Antifa and other elements for the past two years are now offended that we’ve deemed their hateful mobs to be “hateful mobs”.
The blatant insincerity of the suggestion that the imagery of destructive left-wing mob behavior is just a figment of the right’s imagination is infuriating. Whether it’s the street violence of Antifa, the dangerous online threatening rhetoric, or the vows to hunt down and harass elected representatives and their families whenever they appear in public it is a fact that Democrats have embraced the behavior of the mob as a component of their own frustration with the political process.
No, I’m not saying that “all Democrats do this”. What I am saying is that the silence of national Democratic leaders toward reigning in its crazed mob is conspicuous. They refused to tamp down the rhetoric when a member of the Resistance tried to murder dozens of Republican congressmen. They have nothing to say when conservative media sources are silenced by their friends in Silicon Valley. They barely even want to acknowledge that Antifa even exists. They applaud it when their mobs wage a smear campaign against a judge based on flimsy testimony.
So yeah, I think Cassidy’s response above was pretty funny. Not only are we sick of the mob’s whining, but we’re also happy to see it called out for the stupid and counterproductive theatrics it represents. He called it what it is and it’s a good response. For now, anyway. Until the inevitable bloodletting.
In lighter news, I had a more civil encounter on Saturday afternoon. An older gentleman knocked on my door. Usually, I treat with strangers pretty gruffly but this man had a kind face. “I’m so-and-so, running on the Democratic ticket for some such office”, he said.
“Well, sir, I’m a Republican”, I replied evenly. “But I wish you good luck!”
“A Republican! How can that be?”, he asked with a smile. “I hope you’re planning to vote this November?”
“Absolutely. And I sincerely hope you do well, sir.”
He left. It was an example of the American system working as its supposed to, really. We will settle our differences at the ballot box. No rancor, no fighting. At that moment, we were basically neighbors with him wanting to represent our community and me saying I would probably support his opponent in doing the same.
“I’m surprised you were so nice to him after he was so disrespectful”, said my wife, who had been listening from upstairs.
“When he said ‘how can you be a Republican?’ I thought that was rude.”
“No, not at all. He was being humorous. Besides, if you’d seen him, you would’ve thought less of me for being mean to him. He was a kindly old man.”
He really was. And I not only think less of anyone who would abuse him, but I think less of anyone who suggests that anyone should be mistreated for their political views. But it’s all too common these days.
Sure, I could’ve remarked that he was an old white man who had no place in today’s Democratic Party that obviously hates people like him and wants him dead. I could have asked how he can claim to be a pro-union Missouri Democrat who opposes Trump’s efforts to strengthen domestic manufacturing. Maybe I could even have just told him I’m glad his party is out of power and hope it stays that way.
Honestly, though, I’m glad I didn’t. Given that I don’t even know the name of his opponent in the election, he just might get my vote because he did nothing more than have a polite conversation with a political foe at a time when that seems impossible.