I am a Republican. Unlike the elite, whimpus dilicti who believe they own the Republican Party, therefore they don't have to abide by the rules and regulations set down by the party founders, I have Libertarian leanings with non-paranoid tendencies. I believe the capitalist system works and those of us who participate by providing goods and services for which prospective customers are willing to pay don't need to demand special consideration in politics, business, or personal lives due to who we know. I'm not afraid of unions, have worked shoulder to shoulder with union members throughout the past 40 years, and can guarantee the scars on these knees are from being knocked down, not kissing any rings.
I very much appreciate the owner of the company, back when I had a real job, who had the stones to hang his tush out there for the sharks to snap at so I had a job while going to college. Having written and signed a bunch of paychecks myself, I have an even greater appreciation for his efforts and tenacity. I have only one person to impress, and that be me. Well, there is that little cutie down in town but she's too tall, is probably a mere kitten of 50, and there's always the issue of initiating a chase, what would I do if she let me catch her?
I use "he," and derivatives, as a gender neutral pronoun.
I am a Democrat, but grandpa's kind of Democrat who's more concerned with what's good for this nation and its citizens than what government can give me. I believe in the common man, and woman, and their ability to control their own lives without an excess of government interference. Unlike the whimpus dilicti who've come to run this party too, who just can't seem to resist the temptation to control the lives of others by taking from one to give to another I believe each of us should be able to enjoy the fruits of his labor without worrying about supporting those who will not, because it's up to each individual to assist those who are truly needy in his community as he wishes, not as he's told. As The Lone Ranger's Creed States, God put the firewood there but every man must gather and light it himself.
Whimpus dilicti? You betcha. It's a perfectly acceptable descriptive phrase for anyone who doesn't have the courage to stand up and tell others he's going to use the power of a government gun to control their lives, or doesn't want to take a chance on pulling back a bloody nub for grabbing a wallet that isn't his own.
I am a Libertarian. If each of us lived our own lives to the fullest, without trying to control the lives of others, we'd have a much less contentious, more civil society wouldn't we. No one has a right to tell someone else what he can or cannot do with his property, unless it affects his neighbors. That drug deal? The gene pool occasionally needs to be purged, and when a drug addict cannot support himself he'll eventually get his act together... or get out of the pool.
I am a Constitutionist. Our forebears gave us a system that worked for many years, one that has a well defined process for the governed to modify the manner in which their government operates before the whimpus dilicti began bastardizing it.
I am a Liberal, a liberal in the classical sense of liberalism. I believe in small government, the rule of law, and that each of us has natural rights given us by our creator, not the whimpus dilicti. But our language, too, has been bastardized and liberalism has been assigned a definition entirely different from its original hasn't it.
I am a Conservative. Like many of us, I started with little then worked to earn assets, and still keep handy a picture of one of the slum houses our family lived in when my sister and I were children. Of course we want to conserve what we've worked to earn and don't want to see it taken from us and wasted, do we. I also believe that tradition, another tenet of conservatism, allows us to pass social mores, processes, and procedures that have been successful through history on to our heirs.
I was Tea Party long before Tea Party was cool. It came from growing up being told "If you need a hand the first place to look is the end of your arm." Gosh... all those permanent emotional scars... fend for myself, earn my own living, and my chemistry set disappearing.
I am very much an Anti-Progressive. You see, most adults are perfectly capable of raising their own children, balancing a checkbook, earning a living and supporting themselves, paying their own bills, and otherwise being self-sufficient. Progressives, from the whimpus dilicti section of both major political parties, believe themselves far superior to working schlubs, Joe and Jane Schmuckatelli, and feel they need to protect the rest of us from ourselves with the power of a government gun. They, Progressives, have also learned that by confiscating personal wealth they can keep citizens too broke to pitch much of a fit about their natural rights and freedoms being taken away from them. What they neglect is a statement made by Sam, a Robert Heinlein character in his novel The Puppet Masters, to wit: "This is for keeps and we intend to show those slugs that they made the mistake of tangling with the toughest, meanest, deadliest, most unrelenting - and ablest - form of life in this section of space, a critter that can be killed but can't be tamed." This statement could be applied equally to messin' with the working man and woman.
Holy moley. That must mean I'm a PreTP-Anti-Progressive-Conservative-Libertarian-Constitutionist-Liberal-Democratic-Republican-Scotch-English-German-Jewish-Injun-American. I wonder if that's a hyphenated American record, but with all that typing I'll just settle for being an American... and a real mutt.
UPS just delivered the last parts to fix my sissy tractor. I think I'll go fix another espresso, light up a cigar, and contemplate how best to bend some metal and rebuild the PTO clutch assembly without breaking a sweat while wondering if those whimpus delicti Republican elitists will again snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. I also need to figure out what descriptive word or phrase might best fit those who bastardize our language and our Constitution, but that can wait until tomorrow.
My favorite tree hugger said to let her know if I run out of bad words.
Royce Burrage, Jr.