RECENTLY, I was labeled a jerk by someone who holds political opinions that differ from mine. This type of name-calling has become all too common by extremists of both left and right.
If they disagree with you, instead of trying to point out the error of your ways, or make a sensible argument, they simply call you a name. You’re a jerk, an a-hole or — my most recent badge — a lunatic. It happened on Facebook. A political lunatic is closer to what was actually uttered.
It came from a Facebook friend, a former coworker, a good-looking blonde babe who, like so many in the media, where she once toiled, tilts way over to the left of the political spectrum. She means well but, like countless others in her camp, she is a utopian.
Everything should be equal, and all problems can be rationally solved. Sure, they can.
Let’s turn yet again to the Cambridge Online Dictionary which defines lunatic as a “foolish or crazy person.” I’m not sure I’m on board with the Cambridge definition. Crazy, sure. But foolish? Who considers a foolish person a lunatic? Maybe in Cambridge, England, but not where I come from. Fools are just that, fools.
Instead of maniacal, my political orientation might better be called Rooseveltian. Not Franklin Delano, but Teddy. Speak softly and carry a big stick. That sounds about right to me. And Teddy never advocated high taxes, taking money from the successful for gifts to the unsuccessful. And if a horde of wetbacks started rushing over the southern border, Teddy would have led a military expedition personally to plug the hole.
Teddy would never have praised Mohammedans, and if Israel had existed in his day, he would have sided with the Jews because Jews are closer to Christianity than to Islam. Teddy was no multiculturalist and would have scoffed at the glories of diversity, the new national religion to which we must all bow.
Teddy knew right from wrong. And Teddy made judgments.
He was no lunatic. If you’d called him one, you’d probably have received a punch in the nose.