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We are looking at the undermining of America by some of the biggest rejects on earth: Imagine, a motley crew of
rabid ideologues whose cause is driven by the simple determination that anger is the best
(and in their case, only,) aphrodisiac. Does anyone think
that this cast of fruits and nuts would be able to get lucky without Woodstock? That Islamic “freedom fighters” could
ever find a wife without The Great Satan? No. Liberals and Islamists have discovered that ideology is the best
aphrodisiac- and existential bludgeon. Like beer, people grow more attractive, and compliant, with dogma.
Wonder the appeal of Islam? Try, "as many wives as you can pick out", eternally acquiescent, who will never tell
you to take a shower, pick up your dirty socks and that you’re fat and disgusting. Oh, and by the way,
if you’re actually buying all that crap at the maddrassa’s
about how superior you are, feel free to take another wife. Conservatism will get you a quality spouse but
radicalism promises quantity.
As if having to look at mug shots of hairy, unkempt, aesthetically repellent Muslim fanatics weren't stomach churning enough, we are now invited to share in the summer of Cindy Sheehan and her unwashed beatnik pals. Camped out at the President’s Crawford ranch, grossing out the public with their Woodstock-like fest of overweight, middle aged losers reliving the ’60’s, (over the cold dead body of her murdered, patriot son) Cindy Sheehan may have lost an off-spring but I’ll bet you, for the first time, her odds just went up in finding a husband. Most likely, a beer bellied Dead-head intoxicated with the aroma of faded youth who has never heard of deodorant but, to liberals, this is Viagra.
What a movement. You don’t have to bathe, shave, exercise, have an IQ above lukewarm oatmeal, an original idea
or even a professional accomplishment. Women will flock to you because bonding among angry,
disaffected losers is the best aphrodisiac since Heinekin.
Second only to fear (which, ironically, simulates love)
it’s no wonder that liberals and Islamo-nuts strategically prey on the fear of their captives, excuse me, constitutents.
This intoxicating state of mind that simulates arousal is the surest way into the bedroom and no one even had to pay for
dinner.
I always marvel at the landscape of liberal uglies and wonder about liberalism, an ideology only a misfit could love. The next time you study a mug shot of one of those fanatical clerics, suicide bombers, nutso mullahs or anyone from the DNC, ask yourselves: If it wasn’t for Allah and the promise of 72 virgins, or Woodstock, could any one of them have ever gotten lucky? Liberalism’s salvation lies in the fact that there are no expectations. Would Roman Polanski ever have gotten Sharon Tate without the aide of a boatload of drugs and altered states? Would Charles Manson ever have had his young teenage seductees without the lethal combination of disaffection and LSD? Of course not. Liberalism (like Islam) sells but, in the end, we all know it kills.
