The flow chart of liberal talking points. You know the ones I’m talking about: crush Capitalism; power to the people; collectivism; fairness; level playing field.
With Halloween on the way, we don’t want any of our zombie friends to feel left out, so we should each choose one and treat them him to a meal.
Wikipedia defines Zombie as “an animated corpse brought back to life by mystical means such as witchcraft. The term is often figuratively applied to describe a hypnotized person bereft of consciousness and self-awareness, yet ambulant and able to respond to surrounding stimuli.”
Hmm, sounds like some of my liberal friends, one in particular; let’s call her Bobbett. You know, the part about “a hypnotized person bereft of consciousness and self-awareness.” Every time an issue rears its controversial little head, I can almost see the wheels in her head turning as she struggles to get through the flow chart of liberal talking points. You know the ones I’m talking about: crush Capitalism; power to the people; collectivism; fairness; level playing field.
Now, some of my friends are very bright people, yes, even Bobbett, except when it comes to politics and the real world. Somehow or other she leaves all logical thinking behind in that arena as if starved and she can’t think of anything but food—in this case, talking points. In addition to that, she always fails to listen to what I have to say from the conservative point of view. Bobbett turns into a television set. That is, she operates only in transmission mode and never pauses a moment to receive.
Now, we all know that zombies eat brains. They love brains, whether fried, roasted, broasted, toasted, chopped, minced, or sautéed. Therefore, in order to correct their malnourishment, we should do the charitable thing, and in celebration of Halloween, take a zombie to lunch or dinner.
I think I’ll take Bobbett to lunch.
Once she seats herself, I’ll tell her I have something important to say and I’d appreciate it if she’d listen. Then I’ll vent. I’ll give her my point of view up one side and down the other. I’ll show her where her logic fails. I’ll point out the fallacies of the left and recount its failures.
Oh, rapturous day! How long I have waited!
Oh, wait. It’ll never work. Bobbett will never change her mind. That’s okay. I’ll feel better after having given her a piece of my mind. Brains, anyone?
