Liberals? We need to have a talk.

Not the kind of talk where you call me greedy, evil and stupid… and Racist. We can’t forget racist. We need to talk about courage.

Namely, the fact that this isn’t it. You guys have been using these tactics for years on people outside of your cultural bubble. It’s only now that these tactics are being turned on you that you suddenly have a problem with them. The author isn’t an earnest liberal, trying to reform a creed he wholeheartedly believes in, he’s Victor Frankenstein fleeing across the barren ice flows from his own creation.

A little bit of background on myself: I’m a veteran who fought in Bush’s army while being deeply skeptical of his view of the limits (or lack thereof) of American power. I watched Code Pink alternately claim that they were doing what they did for us while condemning us as murderers en masse and telling a local gold star mother “That if your son was stupid enough to go to Iraq, he deserved to die.” I watched a former marine who was also a congressman and a liberal democrat rake the Haditha Marines over the coals in front of congress before they had been to trial. What was that smoke that you were blowing about due process?

(Ten Points: Someone will respond to this with some kind of statement in overly flowery language about how I’m trying to carry on the language of McCarthy and silence dissent.)

I was called a racist because I was Skeptical of the PPACA. Now, my Mother’s monthly insurance costs have risen by almost a thousand dollars a month and her deductible will put the family business in a coffin if she has to use it for anything major.

She’s a two-time malignant breast-cancer survivor who has undergone a mastectomy, lymph node removal, chemotherapy and constant screenings. She’s survived eleven years after beating back stage four cancer. The odds that this will happen are pretty high. Yet somehow, because I saw this coming and said that it was a bad idea, I’m a racist… because reasons.

So, now that you’re mewling and whining and wringing your hands in search of a fainting couch and you’re suddenly defenders of the American tradition of due process and the defense of the dissent of people that you disagree with, know this: You were warned. You were warned for ten years and you chose to shut your ears and scream racist until a twitter mob showed up to echo you like a swarm of ants on a crippled grasshopper.

And you didn’t listen.

Now that you’re eating yourselves and riven with discontent and we’re living in the bizarro sixties without the amazing soundtrack to make it at least partly worth our time (note to self: Go look up “Almost Famous” on Netflix), I’m just going to say this: I lived at the center of history and you fucked me every chance you got. I paid taxes to support your projects, I bit my tongue while I agreed with you that dissent was the highest form of patriotism and then I went on to guard you while you slept.

You did not return the favor.

So, whatever happens to you happens. Now that the barabarians are at your door asking you to profess your love for the new boss who is suspiciously similar to the old boss? You deserve every second of it because you couldn’t show the courtesy that had been extended to those who disagree since the complete and total fuck-story that was the American Civil War. You brought this on yourselves and all that I have to do is sit back and make the popcorn.