The Life and Death of Liberals
Monday, June 25, 2007 at 05:27PM
J. Mark Jordan in ViewPoint

bear in tree.jpgFor those who have the stomach for it, take a look at all the things liberals want. I hope and pray that this is a spoof piece.

This only marks the beginning. Industry by industry, neighborhood by neighborhood, liberals boast innumerable ideas for change. All these curtailments on individual freedoms are either already on the books as law or in the hopper for future legislation. In their quest for a perfect existence, the liberal establishment has succeeded far beyond even their own wildest dreams. They are supremely confident that they can continue on toward their goals. If none of this bothers you, it’s only because they haven’t come down your street—-yet. Keep on ignoring their progress, and laugh off the protests of others who’ve had their freedoms stolen, and they will get to you, eventually. We’d like to help you when that happens, but we’ll probably be dead, broke or in jail.

Based upon the liberal agenda, imagine a world where they actually get what they’ve always wanted. Will they all die from glee or from depression when they understand that they can’t have more? No. They will die from the consequences of their own policy enactments. Let’s follow it out to the logical conclusion.

When liberals wake up in their fantasy world, surrealism surrounds and suffocates them. It is a cold, dark world because there are no power plants to generate electricity for heat and light. They are hungry, but there is nothing legal to eat. At least, they think, they don’t have to worry about feeding forty or fifty extra million people because abortion took care of that. But, hunger pains persist so they’ve got to find breakfast. The meager non-radiated, no-preservatives-added food they manage to find is spoiled or diseased. They can’t drive to the state grocery store because cars can’t run without nasty internal combustion engines or dirty gasoline to burn in them. They start out walking to the nearest store but without leather shoes or petroleum-based, synthetic soles, their feet quickly get sore. When they finally arrive at the commercial section of town, most of the supermarkets are be defunct because zero profit margins forced them to go belly-up. The only open store has run out of permissible food like tofu and seaweed.

Liberals try to decide what to do next, but packs of protected wolves that roam the streets don’t allow too much time for anyone think. When they hear the howls, they run to climb trees, which, thanks to them, are in great abundance. As they scamper up the trees, they do have some fear that they will be arrested for tree-harassment. But they have no alternative. They perch high up on branches, looking down with sympathy and fascination into the cold, gray eyes, the frothy snarls and the marvelous fangs that liberals saved from the evil hunters. Suddenly, some bears, whose population has also burgeoned, come charging into the area. The wolves scatter, bringing momentary relief to the liberals’ mind. Unfortunately, bears climb trees too.

Now what? Their minds begin to churn. It’s a good thing they banned all guns or they might, in this weak moment, be tempted to commit animalicide, now judged to be a worse crime than homicide, cruelly blowing the bears away with twelve-gauge shotguns. Forget the cops coming to their rescue because they are out on patrol, arresting rednecks or macho males who don’t wear seat belts. (Well, actually there are no cars to stop any more, but union contracts guarantee that troopers can still patrol abandoned highways.) Also, all the firefighters are out making sure that mandatory alarm systems, smoke detectors, sprinkler systems and fire extinguishers installed in buildings made with 100% fireproof materials in the first place are in good working order.

Then, a brilliant idea electrifies their minds. Call the criminals! They still have guns. But, wait. They know if the crooks come to rescue them, it will cost them their Rolex watches, Platinum credit cards, diamond rings and maybe even their off-shore bank accounts in Montana. But, desperation demands that they call them anyway. They then realize that they have a major problem. Cell phones had been banned some time ago. They are be comforted by the thought that they won’t have to suffer from brain cancer. What’s more, if they did incur cancer, they are glad that they don’t have to face the unpleasant prospect of long lines and waiting lists for government hospitals. In the end, they resign themselves to forced euthanasia.

Oh well, bears have to eat too.  Recycled organs, anyone?  Aren’t vultures magnificent creatures?

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