The Leftist Nature

Several months ago I posted this little rant, and Thursday night into Friday morning (at work) I gained a bit of new perspective. Not to say that the experience changed my perspective, but it certainly expanded it somewhat.

I was stuck in a fairly small production area (a room, basically) with two women and a young guy who was nominally in charge but was out of the room most of the time, and whose chatroom handle is probably 'booty-call'...am I jealous? That's the same thing as asking if I wish I were 15 years younger than I am, which he is, but I wouldn't make that wish if his maturity-level was part of the package. He's a good kid, and intelligent-don't get me wrong on that score. And for those who are paying attention, yeah...to me, a 27-year-old is a kid. If I was in Drivers Ed when he was born, he's a kid. Maybe that's just me, but it's a bit like a few years ago when it was a compliment to get carded. Nowadays you could be three days older than the Almighty and still have to present ID. Bottom line, there's nothing wrong with being a kid-especially once you can't really pass for one anymore. This kid at least likes Stephen King's work, as I do. But I digress, big-time! Incidentally, his absence didn't bother me at all; I was able to do his job as well as my own while he was off and about-which is somewhat relevant, as I will try to demonstrate along the way.

I was working with these two women (they were working side-by-side, while I was further down the line, about ten or twelve feet away), both of whom I'd had some pleasant banter with before. The first two-hour period went just fine; the two of them chatted happily away, and they kept up, so I was keeping busy-the way I like it. Indeed, after the break I volunteered to stay where I was (rather than rotating spots) if that was fine by them, which it was. Ten or fifteen minutes later, it started. I should mention here that I'd thought I was hearing some peculiar pronouncements earlier, but with the machine noise and the distance I couldn't make out much of what they were saying at all. This time, however, their voices were raised, they were obscene, and they took turns spewing long, loud comma-free tirades.

The BDS Force is strong with those two, I'll certainly say that, but their rhetoric was anti-conservative in general. (That's Bush Derangement Syndrome, for the uninitiated.) They swapped rants about the war for a bit, as well as other leftist-sounding drivel ('They' want to end the food stamp program!); (Look at these gas prices-you know damn well them oil companies could bring em down if they wanted to!) and et cetera ad hominem ad nauseum. At one point (while doing the absent kid's job) I walked around and said in a cheery voice: "Sounds like Randi Rhodes is here!" Just to see what would happen. Neither seemed to recognize the name, which leads me to wonder if she might've been better off financially staying in adult entertainment. Porn, left-wing radio-it really comes to the same thing.

The noise level seemed to fall a little, at least for a bit, but it seemed to gradually but quickly rise again, and then at one point-when the kid favored us with a cameo appearance-one asked him which war was which (I was a little too annoyed to take notes while all this was going on), and he suggested that she was referring to Desert Storm. She said (paraphrasing): "Oh, that wasn't a real war..."

Well, that kinda did it for yours truly. "Well thanks a lot-I was there, and it sure felt like one to me!" They leaned forward and looked down the line at me (and the kid kinda glanced at me and smiled), and the one with the really big yap said "Oh-I didn't mean anything against you!" Sincerely said it, and I knew so then; it actually eased my nerves a bit. She repeated that sentiment a bit later, and I said "I understand", although I didn't specify what I understand.

I saved that for this report from the lower-middle class, heartland USA, in part because I'm in a somewhat tenuous position. Like those two women, I am at present a 'temp'. That may soon change, as the kid's moving to a different position, leaving his open. I've established a reputation for being dependable, punctual, and amiable; I get along well with all the regulars, including even the one relatively difficult line-lead that everyone else complains about, and the other temps as well. Not because I kiss up, either, but because I shut up; I don't make waves. All three of my references are long-time, well-regarded employees, so I have a fair shot at getting hired in. As a general rule, one has to be working temp at this company for a year or better, and some existing employee has to quit, retire, or die before they'll hire someone. I say all this to forestall the understandable question: "Well, why didn't you engage them in debate instead of standing back there annoyed?"

Has it occurred to anyone reading this to wonder why it is that these two loud, obscene women would seemingly assume that I not only would disagree with their rhetorical spew but would've much preferred not to have to listen to it?

I suspect that it didn't occur to them. Had they thought about it at all, which is unlikely in the extreme, they would've probably thought something like 'well he's a nice guy; how could he not agree with this?' in whatever short-hand the mental process utilizes.

I don't really hold it against them. I first started this screed the very night it occurred; it is now Monday-into-Tuesday, another night of work, and I was assigned to the same line as the big-mouth. I was polite with her, and she'd forgotten the whole thing. And that brings me to the very crux of this post, referring back to the other one I linked at the beginning: A disconcerting number of people who support the leftists do so not because they support the actual goals of the leftists, but because they are in many ways child-like. I'm not a parent, but I think it's fair to say that I've observed enough of young kids in my 41 years (having more nieces and nephews than I can number without some thought) to have some perspective-never mind that I was one myself twenty-five years ago. The mindset seems to be that of an eleven- or twelve-year-old, well beyond the tooth-fairy age but far from mature, yet often reasonably intelligent. So then here goes...channeling that mindset:

"Anyone who disagrees with or argues against a part of my belief-system is mean-spirited/a bigot/doesn't like me/just stupid!"

"But it's bad to fight just because somebody wants to fight you! What's wrong with trying to talk to somebody who wants to fight you when it might just be a misunderstanding? Or maybe it's something you did, even if you don't know it, and you can work it out? Wouldn't it be better to just not fight and be the better person? Nobody really gets hurt that way!"

"But it doesn't have to be this way, don't you see that? The world should be a better place-and it can be if we're just nice to everybody! We just have to give a little!"

I could go on, but that gave me a headache. I think you'll agree that it's a good sampling of the rhetoric of the political left, as projected through their propaganda wing-the so-called mainstream media. Simplistic idealism based upon emotionalism; no sign of reason or realism. That essentially defines the rhetoric of the leftists and their proxies which is intended for public consumption, and it's not at all related to their true (Marxist/Stalinist) goals and intentions; they dare not make those public-not overtly. All the same...with the power of the pen/microphone/news-camera/NEA teacher, they have the ability to inculcate this very child-like mindset into those who are-despite their natural intelligence-easily dumbed-down, easily led, and easily indoctrinated.

Could this be not by design? I think not. And although this is of no small concern to me, I do find it heartening that there are so many true conservatives today--many of them even younger than those two intelligent yet sheep-like women--who intuitively dismiss the MSM crap as agenda-driven, and who understand the very real danger these leftists pose to America. It gives me hope that we will survive as a nation even in spite of GW Bush and the Republicans of today.

Next: (I think!) That Fred post I mentioned.