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April 16, 2010

Tall Poppy

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This is where "tall poppy syndrome" gets you.
People are recruited to the (progressive) movement because it passes itself off as a way for the shorter poppies to gain access to the privileges of society available to others. Who could ever say that's a bad thing. But since it consists of nothing but a sustained "lopping" of the taller poppies, before you know it everyone's trying to avoid being tall. The beauty of women, or lack thereof, is just a microcosm of everything else. Here & there you'll find a liberal who knows how to start a fire without matches, jump-start a car, change a tire, fire a rifle, defend a home from a burglar...and they have Alyssa Milano. But these are exceptions. Overall, they can't really do much of anything. Even the liberals who are rich, either inherited it, played "jury lottery" swindling it out of others who worked for it, took bribes, or picked it up through some other means not fit for printing on a 1040 or 1099. -- Morgan

Posted by Vanderleun at April 16, 2010 1:47 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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I agree with all of it to the last sentiment.
Larry Ellison, Bill Gates, Warren Buffett all liberals who made their own.

Posted by: Chris at April 16, 2010 3:13 PM

Brilliant point.

Let's hike taxes on the liberals first. They're bright enough to earn the loot and they created the situation anyway.

Posted by: Morgan K Freeberg at April 16, 2010 5:35 PM

Why do I hate Intellectuals?

Let me explain: Intellectuals hate me.

Intellectuals hate me because I work, I pay my taxes, I go about my life and do what I do. In the rounds of my life I pay attention to some things, and pay little attention ot other things. I have my likes and my dislikes - outside of work I read what I want to read, view what I want to read, dress as I want to dress. I am solidly middle class North American male. I can go from a bonfire with a beer keg one weekend, and the next put on a suit and drink wine next to a fountain. And I can feel comfortable in both settings.

That is galling, but what must be most galling is I do not give the respect and reward to Intellectuals that the Intellectuals believe they are entitled to. For my failure to give a squeezing of feces on canvas, or five car fenders welded together, or the random bleatings of some poem, or some rant attacking me the respect the person who made it thinks he or she deserves; I am castigated as a philistine (old style) or a neo-con (new style) or a typical bougeousie (ever-green style).

To those Intellectuals I say go pleasure yourselves. You may express yourself in any way you deem fit, but if you want my attention then talk to me in a manner I can respond to with a reaction other than dismissal. I am not your serf, and you are not my master.

Contempt will be met with contempt, disdain with disdain, rejection with rejection, and on and on.

If you, Intellectual, Artist, continue to speak in a manner that only you understand, in response only to the voices in your own head, or in your own circle - do not be surprised if you receive a cold reception from those without.

Speak with me - not to me - and not at me; understand me and my life, and your rewards and recognition will be great.

Posted by: Mikey NTH at April 18, 2010 1:36 PM

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