I have been sorely troubled ever since we found out in the middle of last week that Scott Miller, the governor of Wisconsin, had been gamed by a punk from a left-wing website that not even the punk's family had heard of.
The young man was mad because the Republican governor was trying to tamp down the outsized power of government labor unions.
But where did the punk learn that humiliating someone you disagree with is an acceptable response? No mystery. Inside the dominant culture on the labor left.
To what end, though?
What have you accomplished if you have fooled someone?
I have other suggestions for pounding on your chest.
Why not push an old-lady face first into a mud puddle?
Why not trip a pregnant woman with bulging bags of groceries in each arm?
Why not run over an unsuspecting child with your big brawny automobile?
The punk stunt was so typical of the angry, emotion-fueled left.
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Double your fists. Intimidate. Shout vulgarities. Demonize publicly and privately — the modus operandi for labor unions since they were validated by an intimidated government and intimidated employers out of fear they would suffer further from the bad boys' thuggery 75 years ago.
The punk behind the phony telephone call who pretended to be one of Gov. Miller's patrons, soared to overnight herohood in left-wing newspapers, television shows and websites.
Toasted as if he were Lindbergh reborn.
Isn't it wonderful, the loudest left-wing voices proclaimed, that we have mortally embarrassed a man who is trying to bust our saintly labor unions and ruin the sin-free middle-class and poor families who form our membership?
Sorry, “working families.”
Since 90 percent of American workers are not chained inside labor unions, how many “working families” are we talking about?
Are the rest of us at the helm of “non-working families”?
How can we call them “working families” when they walk off their jobs and are bussed in from around the country to set up dandy photo ops?
Thank heaven they are moral giants.
As one who was a steady target of Gotcha punks — perhaps understandably — when I was a schoolboy, I have strong empathy for Mr. Miller. Short of injury, hardly any feeling is more reductive than to stand naked before your peers after you Have been unsuspectingly humiliated.
It is a small man, unworthy of respect even from those closest to him, who would engineer such a disgustingly immoral act — except that no one on the left is gentlemanly enough, strong enough, to tell the truth aloud.
