Sunday, July 08, 2007

Fascism, Anyone?

Can you spell p-r-o-j-e-c-t-i-o-n...?

Twelve Warning Signs of Fascism.

It is funny sometimes, to observe the pious conviction of those on the Left end of the political wind tunnel that "fascism" originates solely and exclusively from the Right end.

Mussolini was a "fascist". Hitler was a "fascist". Franco was a "fascist". Quisling was a "fascist".

But Stalin? Castro? Pol Pot? Mao? Ho Chi Minh? Saddam??

No, you could not properly call the latter "fascists", because they differed saliently as per 3 or 4 of the 12 items on the Warning List! Accordingly, there is a technical order of moral distinction that must be scrupulously upheld and borne in mind at all times!

Yes, our friends on the Left are absolutely correct in directing our attention to imminent perils from a different quarter by pointing a finger away from themselves and toward other people who differ so profoundly from themselves in at least a couple of different ways. To be disembowelled by a wolverine is NOT the same as to be shredded to the bone by a swarm of rats - only a blind fool would fail to draw the proper line of demarcation between two such uniquely opposed experiences!

Anyway, take a hard look at that Warning List and note the uncanny similarities to feminism - or to the conditions which feminism has been instrumental in creating . (You knew I was going to say that, didn't you? ;)

1 Comments:

Blogger Ulrich said...

I've never reqally understood the self-styled Liberals who support left-leaning, totalitarian regimes. The page you linked reminds me of a guest article posted on Ross in Range.

Link

Here's a taste.

"So what’s left, Lefties? Where do you go from here? What are you gonna do about it?

I’ll tell you what you’re going to do about it: you’re not going to do one damned thing but continue with your whining, that’s what, and it’s not because deep down you’re all cowards either. It’s because deep down, you know you’re full of shit. You don’t even believe half the stuff you’re currently crying about yourselves.

Because if you did, you wouldn’t be talking about it. You wouldn’t be writing whiny letters to the editor; you wouldn’t be fearfully mincing down to the Canadian Consulate to half-seriously inquire about moving; you wouldn’t be sitting in coffee houses denouncing the moronic inhabitants of Jesusland with your fellow smug, self-satisfied pseudo-hip doofuses. You’d be gearing up and arming yourselves for the fight of your lives. And much to your surprise, you’d have a lot of us over here on the right offering to help load mags."

8:17 PM  

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