‘Left’ Behind: Tolerance and the Tea Party
Democrats were thrilled with the idea of going to tea parties to expose racism. I wonder how they feel about that after the left's disgraceful Tax Day display.
April 17, 2010 - 12:00 am
Speaking of tolerance, the Keyboard Militia found an infiltrator wearing Nazi SS garb at the St. Louis rally.
He’d probably get along quite well with our president’s old fundraiser host and alleged ghostwriter Bill Ayers. I don’t think either hikes, but both seem to have an affinity for camps.
In North Texas, Lance Pippenger caught a picture of tea party security intercepting a man in full Confederate regalia attempting to enter a tea party with the Stars and Bars.
I know that some of the tea party attendees are a little long in the tooth, but I don’t think any of them are that old. Note that neither the security guard nor the two men on the event staff beside him seemed at all thrilled with the disruption. They did remain civil as they turned this man away, and the flagpole is still presumably attached to the flag.
This wasn’t the only appearance of the old Confederate battle flag on display, however, as these two specimens showed up at Houston’s tea party.
Let me see if I get this right: a Confederate battle flag is supposed to be a sign of bigotry and racism according to the leftist orthodoxy (Stuff Stalin Said, 2nd. ed., pp. 34). But I’m fairly certain the young man on the left hasn’t gone to many Klan meetings, unless he’s gone with Dave Chappelle. Perhaps they were going for “edgy”?
In Cincinnati, we found a “moby” that looks like Moby, captured on camera by Michael Reeseman. Per Michael:
My wife Sarah and I had just gone down to the concession area when we heard the crowd warmly welcoming Sonja Schmidt to the podium. Rather than make the climb back to the nosebleed seats right away we stepped outside for some air and spotted this lonely fellow doing his rather obvious agent-provocateur bit.
Reading his sign, I quipped as we passed “Actually, there’s one inside speaking right now.”
“Who is she?” he asked. (Or “Where is she?” I wasn’t sure; the former makes more sense.)
“Sonja Schmidt — google her.” We continued to walk.
“You mean “Sonja Token”? he replied, a bit smarmily to my ears.
I’m not quite sure what it is about pasty white urban liberals that makes them think they have the right to judge the “authenticity” of someone’s race, but it must be tied to the same poorly oxygenated part of the brain that makes them blind to the fact assigning a skin color an ideology is racism of the first order itself.
For the past few weeks Democrats were thrilled with the idea of going to tea parties around the nation and exposing racism.
I wonder how they feel about that now.