Skip to comments.The Left is Cool with You Doing Whatever, As Long as They Approve
Posted on 02/02/2014 9:29:56 AM PST by Kaslin
The other day, as the rest of the U.S. was experiencing record lows brought on by the Polar Vortex that Al Gores beclouded crystal ball didnt see coming, I was soaking up the eighty-three degree rays in Miami at my gated-communitys swank pool. Boo-yah. Thats why we endure hurricanes folks, for the glorious winter weather.
Fortunately for me, no one was at the cement pond when I rocked up so I got the best chaise in the best place. So far so good.
After I got my old, crippled ass into a perfect position for a maximum tan I reached into my backpack and pulled out a scratchpad to write on and grabbed one of my beautiful cigars to roast while relaxing in paradise. Ah, the simple things.
As I was enjoying the vitamin D infusion, scribbling down the last bits and pieces for my forthcoming tome on hunting, and wailing on a Robusto, I heard the gate creek open to our pools entrance. Looking up, I saw two hefty college mamas and one skinny hipster doofus. You know what I mean when I say hipster doofus dont you? Picture a twenty-something male who wears Buddy Holly glasses, a plunging Brandy Melville tee shirt, a fedora, skinny jeans and who slinks when he walks. As I sized up this shabby trinity I thought, Crap, there goes my heretofore perfect, humanless sanctuary of sun and solace. Thats what I get for not having my own pool.
As this crew ambled about looking for a place to park their party, I pulled my Smith shades down and commenced to blowing billowing clouds of smoke from my cigar to secure at least a hundred foot perimeter around me so I wasnt forced to overhear just how tedious their life is.
After, creating a cloud so massive it looked as if I had just elected a pope, one of the unbathed, shabby and bulbous young ladies made her way over to me and told me, not asked me, to extinguish my exquisite cigar because it offends her; to which I said, Not a chance, sister.
Now, for clarification, I wasnt breaking any anti-pool smoking rules, as our community doesnt have a No cigar edict, yet. In addition, I own a home in this community, pay the HOA fees and reserve the right to do whatever the heck I want to do within the rule of law and the Ten Commandments, whether some stringy-haired chick who swims in an XXX-Large tee-shirt likes it or not. Bugger off, Broomhilda.
But that wasnt good enough for this cabal. They wanted me to bow to their sensibilities. Yep, my liberties, my pleasures, my beliefs were to be at the mercy of their approval. Call me a profiler, but I seriously doubt they were Libertarians. They seemed a tad too fascistically fastidious to vote for Rand.
Now, I could have told them that their three rolls of blubber that you could hide small toys in were offensive to me. Or I could have ripped into the hipster wearing skinny jeans and a womans shirt with bangles, informing him it all was appalling to my testosterone fog -- but I didnt.
To me, broadly speaking, if I dont have to pay for it or applaud it, to each his bloody own. And therein lies the difference between Progs and liberty-minded folks: the former are only cool with you doing whatever you want to do as long as its something theyve approved.
Oh, by the way, the offended trio didnt even live in our community, but dag-nabbit, they were going to enforce their ways upon me.
It's only okay if Big Gov approves.
I think there's an awakening taking place in the land.
Let it be so, Lord.
Well, “free speech” isn’t so “free” at your local institution of “higher learning” either.
Makes me want to take up cigars again...
I finished The Return of the King last night, and was struck by the events in the chapter The Scouring of the Shire. The success of the hobbits in ridding their land of the thugs who had seized control lay primarily in saying "No" to self-appointed rulers and arbitrarily imposed policies.
It's past time for Americans to start saying, "Not no, but Hell No!"
Looks like somebody lost a bet.
The black guy is looking at the camera and appears to be saying “Can you believe this crap?”. LOL.
Reminds me of a birthday party for my daughter years ago.
Winter, cold outside, warm inside, everyone having fun. Then in walks dome teen whose body odor was so strong it immediately filled the entire rink. The management was too shy to ask him to leave so I did. Go to the restroom, wash, or get out! You are stinking up the place!
dome = some. But HE was dumb! The stench was terrible. If It was outside I would not have said a word, but this was an enclosed space.
Hah! I'm filing this one away for future use.
It’s been awhile since I smoked a cigar. I could use one about now.
queer as a left handed football bat.;^)
I'm assuming you don't approve of public cigar smoking!
I talked to a gay childhood friend yesterday. He’s getting a degree from Notre Dame so I asked him if he was the Bareback of Notre Dame.
He thought it was funny.
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***I’m assuming you don’t approve of public cigar smoking! ****
The stinker walked into a large enclosed space and fouled the entire area. If it had been outside I would have said nothing. I have no problem with people smoking outside. It is far easier for me to move upwind.
There used to be a man in my office building who would smoke cigars in the elevators. We could always tell when he was in the building. About the time antismoking ordinances were beginning to outlaw smoking in public space, the office building herded the recalcitrant smokers including him onto one floor. Gradually the cigar smoker along with the others who refuse to give up smoking indoors have been dying off.
The left is cool with you doing whatever, as long as its not political in nature.
in fact, license and profligacy are the best ways to control a people.
Stuff like this is why the occasional natural disaster can help strengthen the herd over time....
Imagine trying to outrun a tornado in those... “Self adjusting anomaly”...
This story illustrates the problem that even a “to each his own” sort like myself has with the progs: their totalitarianism. My easy toleration of their strange ways, which I consider a great kindness to them, is not even close to sufficient for them. No, they want me to “celebrate” their lifestyle choices and to imitate them, to become them, to have my individuality obliterated by the progressive Blob.
Well, like my Daddy always used to say, people in Hell want ice water, too.
I like the term ‘progs” for these cretins. They switch into tolerant mindset only when caught in their true ways. The rest of the time they are control freaks using projection and stereotypes against anyone who disagrees with them.
I would rather smell cigar smoke than body odor any day! This guy really stank!
Very, VERY well said!
Really, he has no need of heals - he’s tall enough already!
I *loved Bored of the Rings! Legolamb.
Excellent column by Mr. Giles.