A Love Letter to Liberals

Dear Liberals, I love you. I love you! I love you, I love you, I love you. <3!!! I love you TIMES A MILLIONS!

There, I said it; so it must be true!

Truth is, I don’t love you. Not unless you’re my mom or dad, my kids, girlfriend, or very very close friends.

Generally speaking, I have love for my fellow humans in a ‘peace on earth and good will towards men’ kind of way. If it makes you feel better, you can include yourself in that group if you want. But in the real sense of the word, I ain’t feelin’ it for you.

The problem is that Liberals constantly preach love. When you say something over and over and over again, it just doesn’t mean as much. And when you start beating people over the head, saying it just to fill a void, saying it to get something or even (possibly especially) a little “sump’n sump’n” then you erode the very meaning of what you claim you want.

That’s what you Liberals do…almost ALL of you, and almost ALL the f^&#ing time!

 “The opposite of love is not hate, it is indifference.” – Elie Wiesel

You don’t just do it with love, you do it with a lot of words. For example, the word “racist.” The new definition of racist for Liberals is anybody who doesn’t agree with your silly ass ideas. For example, when you call people racist for criticizing the well-documented and proven failures of Barack Obama, you spit on the legacy of black people who were not do-nothing frauds.

And when you call people racists for not condoning “thug life” as in the case of the killing of Michael Brown, you might as well piss on the graves of Martin Luther King, Jr, Medgar Evers, and the hundreds of other civil rights activists who gave their rights for a just cause.

You raise your fists in victory over forcing some pastry chef to whip up a cake for your gay friend’s wedding, calling the baker ‘homophobic’ for not celebrating a ceremony that goes against his “freedom of religion” rights; then jump in your car that, ironically has a bumper sticker that reads ‘COEXIST.’

You so want to be part of some “movement,” that you think when you and your hipster friends block a freeway or shut down a mall, or justify the looting and torching of businesses of people just trying to live and work, that you’ve somehow transformed into those brave black and white Americans of the 60’s, who walked through gauntlet of fists, spit, bricks and sticks, just to sit on a bus or sip from a fountain or dine in a restaurant, get an education?

You want so badly to be relevant, to have your miserable lives have meaning. You are so lost.

All around you young black men are dying in numbers more tragic and alarming numbers, at the hands of each other, non-Christian and non-Jewish religious persecution and genocide unfold before our eyes, and our government participates in the most egregious systemic abuse of civil rights, and yet you see nothing.

The nightly homicide reports in Chicago, Detroit, Oakland, and in fact all major metropolitan areas are replete with murders of black people by other black people, yet you are quiet. Boco Haram, al-Shabaab execute Christians, including children, and ISIS terrorizes Yazidi, family after family, and you are quiet.

Our government spies on its citizens, and selectively targets other with the IRS, and you have something better to, perhaps have a funeral for a chicken, as a group of Leftists recently did.

These are real problems that need real solutions that require real dialogue, but you blockade those real issues with your idiotic outrage over the death of thug, or why somebody won’t bake a cake for your gay friend. And if that won’t get people’s attention, then you cry racism in immigration or voter ID, or sexism with birth control.

And you do it all for love, right? You love black thugs, smelly immigrants, loose women, children, and religious freedom.

Stop it. The shit you say is just that. Shit. It’s worthless. Meaningless. It’s offensive, but worse than all that, it distracts from the TRUE meaning of the words you say over and over and over again, because you don’t know what else to say.


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