ARC's 1st Law: As a "progressive" online discussion grows longer, the probability of a nefarious reference to Karl Rove approaches one

Sunday, August 20, 2006

Firing Up for the Final Push to November

I doubt I am the only one who finds the "debate" leading up to the November elections incredibly tedious.

From Merriam-Webster:
Main Entry: te·dious
Pronunciation: 'tE-dE-&s, 'tE-j&s
Function: adjective
Etymology: Middle English, from Late Latin taediosus, from Latin taedium
Date: 15th century
: tiresome because of length or dullness : BORING
- te·dious·ly adverb
- te·dious·ness noun

I am coming to believe the the Left's reptetitious approach to events, be it Iraq, the economy, taxes etc may be deliberately tedious. It is possibly calculated to turn off the electorate thus allowing the moonbats minimal numbers to have a greater impact.

Their arguments are so factually challenged that one could spend every waking hour trying to bat them down. John Kerry gives a lovely example when he says American troups terrorize women and children in the dark of the night. Dick Durbin compares Guatanamo to the Gulag and Hitler's concentration camps. Multitudes of Lefties think listening in on enemy communications in pursuit of intelligence is somehow a violation of the Fourth Amendment. Cutting taxes for the highest rate payers is somehow unfair to those who pay little or no taxes. They seem to think that saying the same ridiculous thing over and over again makes it so. In this they are aided and abetted by many in the media. The media uncritically disseminates the Left's views without context or analysis... because it suits their agenda.

And if that isn't tedious, I don't know what is.

If their purpose is to confuse and wear down a war weary electorate, I fear it may well be working. I for one surely am tired of it. I know I spend little or no time or effort trying to bat down the latest looney theory those on the Left are advancing.

And, damn it, this is just too important to let them get away with it. Their defeatist, ignorant and cynical crap must be exposed for what it is. The issues are too important for us to abandon the field.

So, let us gird for this final push and as Henry said on St. Crispin's day all those years ago:

What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

Your Co-Conspirator,
ARC: Monterey John