Piled Higher and Deeper

With a complicit main stream media, the Democrat Party is playing their imagined threats to themselves and others to the hilt. Yesterday, (scroll down) we discussed Maurice Schwenkler and the Denver incident which was the doings of those firmly aligned with the Socialist (aka: Democrat) party and their continuing false accusations, innuendo, and shameful pleas for the bad guys (Republicans, Tea Partiers, conservatives, et al.) to stop that which they have not done.

This is political posturing in its finest hour. I am certain that Kenneth Gladney is relieved to know that his pain and suffering was caused, not by SEIU thugs, but by those in the Tea Party movement. In a sick way, they are right. Absent the protest of genuine Americans to on rushing control and cancellation of our God given rights, Mr. Gladney would probably not have been present. As it actually happened, he was assaulted and video tape exists which confirm not only the attack but the perpetrators identity. Further inquiry revealed that they were indeed; SEIU operatives and they were the ones who, as a gang, beat Mr. Gladney.

Perhaps the most amusing story to come out of this fictional tale of right-wing violence is from Cincinnati. The report was circulated that Rep. Driehaus’s (D-OH) office suffered a broken window from an attack on Sunday. His office is on the 30th (!!!) floor of a downtown skyscraper. I hope they catch the perpetrator because there is a major league contract waiting for anyone who can throw anything a vertical distance in excess of the length of a football field with that kind of force and accuracy.

It is all reminiscent of a first cousin who was about a year younger than I who had mastered the art of lying to assign blame for every one of our boyhood pranks on me. Being younger and smaller was an advantage he parlayed with the adults and it prevented me from settling the issue out behind the hen-house. I had been taught—rightly—that I should not take advantage of those weaker than I. As an adult, he became a Democrat, and not surprisingly—a bank president.

Each time I read or hear a liberal source, with his emotional dial set at 9+, complain of the impending doom as a result of right-wing protesters and the rest of us “angry mobsters,” I return to the memories of my sub teen youth. This must be a recent realization on their part inasmuch there was little complaint when George Bush was the object of threat and derision. On the contrary, the thought of Bush hung in effigy, the target of thrown shoes, or Hitler comparisons simply brought joy to their hearts and warm feeling down deep inside.

The comparisons to my juvenile tormentor serve as a painful reminder to pray for the return of the adults to our nation’s capital and especially its capitol. “When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.” I Corinthians 13:11 KJV

In His abiding love,

Cecil Moon