A Lesson in Bullydom: For two months, the Angry Left, inspired by the simpering scholar in the White House, has roared its daily approval of the self-ordained but not self-aware Occupiers. They said they would have nominated the sludge leaders for a Hall of Fame, except they couldn’t find them. They said they would have carved the Occupiers’ core philosophy into monuments in every major American community — except they could not discern one. The left adores abstraction and vagueness, which is why they regard the Occupiers as heroes.
Liberals, historically, have been an undisciplined mob on an interminable, unquenchable search for victims to lionize. Merely a perusal of left-wing history shows that anyone will do. Faux victims, when necessary. Standards? Structure? Civility? Rules? The Angry Left disgustedly defines those values as old-fashioned crutches for the right.
For the last two months, the Angry Left has cuddled into the laps of the sludge who comprise the meticulously organized Occupy movement.
Decency Be Darned
You would not want to share a table or a space with them, though, unless your nose has been amputated. They specialize in filth of body and mind, converting themselves into prime magnets for the victim-prowlers on the Angry Left.
It was love at first scent for liberals because…
Never mind. If you are a leftist, you don’t need a reason. Hey, dude, that is too confining.
They are angry, lazy, in-debt Jew-haters, unwashed, foulmouthed, anti-American, unimaginative, void of ambition, desirous of lifetime unemployment checks accompanied by a bonus stake until their next job falls into their laps in 10 or 15 years — the classic profile of a young Democrat.
Which brings us to America’s dumbest chief executive, Mayor I Love Me, and his straight-man, Police Chief At Your Beck and Call. They are Abbott and Costello, Martin and Lewis, Frick and Frack, Monty Python updated. Seven weeks late, Mayor Me and Chief Call have concluded that the filth who are the Occupiers have got to go for a very decent reason:
The country, after a typically American period of reflection, has turned solidly against them, rejecting their plea to be instantly canonized into professional, lifelong victimhood.
Teachers Love Occupiers
Except for the sinless teaching fraternity the left, unable to bulldoze Americans into embracing sludge, is retreating in the humiliated manner of the solidly defeated Confederate Army almost 150 years ago. Their tails repose, at half-mast, between their bowed legs.
Meanwhile, we are told, left-wing teachers (is there any other kind?) have been bringing their gullible students to Occupyville to admire “democracy,” thug-style, in the flesh. Finger-snapping students and teachers lead a cheer, “History in the making,” while the rapists, thieves and other rabble in their audience applaud.
Dutifully, the cheerleading Los Angeles Titanic reported that Mayor Me and Chief Call planned to shut down the City Hall version of Occupy this morning, one minute past midnight. The chance of that happening is overweight. As likely as the sludge repenting for their dreadful crimes against civility and decency.
The Titanic’s girl reporter, Kiss Me Kate Linthicum, loyal to her employers if not her readers, stumbled, choked and coughed as she tried to explain why Mayor Me and Chief Call belatedly have come to their conservative senses.
Said Kiss Me: “The political tide inside City Hall has turned against those camped (camped?) outside — a shift driven by concerns about damage to the lawn, and public health and safety risks.”
As a pigeon for the Titanic’s far left political philosophy, Kiss Me has learned to seamlessly manipulate the truth so that it fits the newspaper’s narrative.
And damage to the lawn ain’t what drove the thinnest mind un City Hall. Wake up, people.
A mental patient could have told the lefty giants at the Titanic, oh, at the end of Day One camping (camping?) out on your front lawn, that when a mob of unmoored, unmotivated, unclean, unfed nudges — with no access to life’s most rudimentary needs — will convert your property into Manure Mountain within hours.
Instead, the ankle-deep echo chamber on the Angry Left, like mechanical slaves, took up the Occupiers cry and rhetorical cudgels. Among the dunderheads, Los Angeles City Councilman Eric (Slow Down, Lemme Catch up) Garcetti, always a slut for publicity, said with Einsteinian prescience, “Boys, you can stay as long as you need to.” Democrats finally are realizing that the Occupiers are making even them look bad. The two misfits, however, deserve each other.
Wake up, boys. Your latest political scheme ship is sinking, like, oh, say, the Titanic.
