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Best moonbat analysis I've ever seen
Being an honest gentleman not particularly brave or bold, but also not particularly interested in being lead by a lemming mob possessed by extraordinary popular delusion over the lip of an abyss into madness, I have on many occasions received comments, or, rather, white noise contorted into the shape of words, from various gibbering of poop-flinging yahoos, maudlin waifs, cringing serfs, drooling children, shrill man-boys, cocoa-sipping pajama boys, gormless Eloi, eunuchs, and nyctalope cannibal troglodyte Morlocks of the Left.

The mob dislikes anyone who does not worship the mob, or their Glorious Leader, or whatever fickle idea, bright as a butterfly, wanders through their collective empty heads during the current news cycle. They will, of course, dislike with equal disdain anyone who does not worship the brief and fugitive idol darting before their glassy and unblinking wide-open eyes tomorrow, even if the first directly contradicts the second. Logic is not their strong point.

...To answer that, we have to remind ourselves what makes a moonbat a moonbat. A moonbat is a person of otherwise normal levels of intelligence and decency who is addicted to a false vision of the world, an attractive vision, a glamour, a dream. The Grand Vision has been sold to them using modern Madison Avenue techniques based on a cynical study of human weaknesses.

The elements of the Grand Vision change from decade to decade. In my father’s time, the Vision involved helping white-skinned male factory hands to unionize and throw off the oppression of capitalists; in my time, the Vision involves helping pregnant lesbian black-skinned atheist women to throw off the oppression of white-skinned male factory hands; in my children’s time, the vision will involve helping the Muslims suppress, oppress, and butcher any lesbian black-skinned atheist women that fall into their hands.

But one element never changes. The Grand Vision is always heaven on earth, a heaven without God, a heaven made by human hands, and the heaven can be achieved if you, the savior, merely forswears the straitjacket on normal morality, and, as an act of holy and noble defiance, indulge in the various vices and crimes to which your crooked nature already inclines you. All you need do is trample the crucifix and kiss the buttocks of the black iron idol of Baphomet, pardon me, I mean all you need do is oppose the oppressive Bourgeoisie morality, bravely throw poop on a few police cars, bravely claim to have favored the Civil Rights Act you and your party opposed, bravely commit adultery, bravery express toleration for sodomy, bravely do exactly what the lemming around you do, your every hair and whisker sensitive for any hint of change of the mob’s fickle opinion on the issues of the day, to be bravely sure you brave do exactly what ever other lemming does — because you are all nonconformists.

The moonbats particularly dislike, nay, they hate with a deep and abiding hatred anyone who is articulate, well-educated, thoughtful, rational, and this is for the most amusing and ironic reason imaginable: These degenerate brain-undead cretins think that they are both more moral and more intellectual than honest, normal people. It is central to their self-delusion.


Posted by: g(r)omgoru 2014-04-19
http://www.rantburg.com/poparticle.php?ID=389617