“Fanfare For The Common Man”, Aaron Copland & London symphony Orchestra, from the album “Copland Super Hits”, 1994.
Hi everybody. I recently received an important communication from Fleet Headquarters. This is a little bit long, but it is an important example of how the Progressives, Activists, Liberals, Democrats, Communists, Socialists, ISIS, and ALL the rest of the diseased brain dead emoting zombies of the left react to US. So please bear with me.
That really wasn’t very charitable, or “loving and forgiving”, just plain and simple “unchristian”. However, in my own defense, I believe that if one refuses to recognize an identifiable enemy of everything you believe in as the enemy that they are, then it is only a matter of time before they (the enemy) take you out, probably along with your squad mates. That’s just not fair to your squad mates. If it looks like a duck, and all that …
I stole all the following “content” from an email sent me by Bill Whittle, a blogger I subscribe to and have a great deal of respect for. I have been following Bill, oh, probably close to 15 years now, ever since I came across him on his first site “Eject, Eject, Eject” in a link from “U.S.S. Clueless” the original blog site of the legendary and much missed Steven DenBeste. I’ve posted the whole thing because I believe that context is important – your mileage may vary … Anyway, here is Bill’s missive:
“… I’m writing this in the back of a car going through Lufkin, Texas. Last night I did a speaking event at Steven F. Austin University in Nacogdoches. I’ve been doing several speaking events at colleges, but this one was different.
One person (who I later discovered listed his occupation as “activist”) had put up a Facebook post, calling me the usual: racist, xenophobe, and without teaching credentials and so obviously of no educational value. And that’s his right, of course, but the Facebook post wasn’t about coming out to confront this new Hitler, but rather to write to the SFA authorities to ban me from campus. This campaign apparently generated one very angry call to the administrators office, and one very angry email as well — both from The Activist as it turned out.
Now here’s the rub. Ten seconds into my remarks, this individual, sitting directly in front of me, started shouting at the top of his lungs about my heinous crimes against humanity and he JUST. WOULDN’T. STOP.
There were a few policemen in attendance — who got to hear themselves be called mass murderers several times during the night, by the way — and the event organizers looked like they were going to escort this gentlemen outside the premises, but then something amazing happened — amazing to me in any case.
The more this fellow shrieked at what a hate-filled piece of s*** I am, the calmer I became. I am not built this way. At least, I didn’t think I was.
So I let him talk. He would make a statement, and I would calmly and respectfully engage that statement… which led him to a completely new form of genocide that I was espousing, and so on.
This went on for 20 minutes, and many of the students were 100% behind this unique individual. At first. But as the night went on and I got calmer and calmer, more and more quiet, more and more respectful and engaged, the rest of the Social Justice Warriors started to calm down and actually discuss things. And this alarmed The Activist very much. It alarmed him so much, in fact, that he started to interrupt them.
After the event was over, he followed me out to my car. After one particularly personal and remarkably obscene comment, delivered about five inches from my face, I found myself replying “You know, if I had any respect for you at all that would have hurt my feelings.” I have no idea where that came from.
As this was going on, I asked him what he was majoring in. Turns out, he was not a student at the university.
Now I’d love to tell you how I changed some minds in there and got people thinking, but I have no evidence of this at all. The only thing I can state with confidence was that, Professional Activist excepted, the overall level of hate and rage directed at me — and by extension at you and everything we believe together — began to abate.
People started asking questions instead of making speeches. So I don’t know if it made any difference with them, but it did make a difference to the many people who came up to me afterward, apologized on behalf of the university, Nacogdoches and Texas, and what outweighed all of the vitriol and stress of being called the vilest names imaginable for two hours were the thanks and the handshakes from the two police officers.
I was privileged to talk to one of them after The Activist had left; he had served as a heavy gunner in the Army for many years, risking his life (as opposed to me merely risking my comfort) to allow people like The Activist to accuse him of genocide. As I was leaving he said to me, “Don’t let him bother you, sir. His world is very small.”
I love my job. Which is why I am telling you all of this.
It’s been a year now since PJTV closed its doors and so many of you moved over to BillWhittle.com. That means that for those of you who bought annual memberships, those memberships are about to auto-renew. I’d like to stress that this is not something we decided on or even have any control over: Auto-renewal is the only way online banks will accept credit/debit card payments.
So the rest was just a forecast of the directions Bill intends to take his content in the coming year. I find it interesting but probably many others who do not share his views would not. If it intrigues you maybe just visit his site and see what you think. I especially like his series of YouTube videos titled “We The People 2.0″.