The Left’s Wickedness: It’s Depressing
I grew up in a family that was a mixed bag politically. My father has always been a staunch conservative while my mother, and most of her family, might as well have voted NDP.
My maternal grandfather voted for Dave Barrett and when announcing this in our house, my father, who was a long-time friend and strong supporter of the Bennetts couldn’t have been more appalled.
Former Attorney-General Alex McDonald was a frequent patron at my father’s restaurants and became a friend to him, although in their old age, they’ve lost touch. Alex (what a great name!) was always a terrific guy.
Gary Lauk, the youngest Cabinet Minister in BC history (31 years old), who I thankfully met during the collapse of my first marriage in the early 90s (I couldn’t have relied on a better friend through some very trying times), is a storied NDP force, but one of the sharpest intellects and drop-down-on-the-floor funniest men you could ever meet. We spent one remarkably memorable twelve hour epic lunch at Hy’s Encore together and when the astronomical bill came at just past midnight, we simply looked at each other and went into the kind of maniacal hysterical laughter, inclusive of streaming tears, that became so infectious, neighbouring tables, through their own laughter thought we’d won the lottery or simply gone completely, stark raving mad. I haven’t seen Gary in a couple of years (since both of us are now so, ahem, well-behaved) but I miss those days, if only because we survived them with such harmless, joyful abandon. And his kindness extends beyond the bounds of normal humanity.
Bill Tieleman was a very good friend of mine before my anger at him screwed that up. But if you ever read the very personal reply I received when I, some time ago, sent him condolences for the loss of his absolutely wonderful mother, you’d not keep a dry eye. Apart from being a bit of an occasionally intractable blowhard (um, pot meet kettle…) he’s a very good man.
Marjorie Nichols was one of my favourite journalists, despite her doctrinaire place on the far left. When cancer took her from us, I mourned no less than any of her ideologically supportive readers.
I don’t agree much with most Tyee columnists (and their comments section is the WORST receptacle of innuendo and drive-by smear jobs by cowards with no couth), but I appreciate the fine journalism they practice and I think the world of David Beers, although his paper has gone decidedly far left.
I’ve made many a friend of NDPers and left wingers–primarily because I don’t care about the politics on your sleeve, but rather the goodness in your heart. I think John Horgan or Mike Farnworth would make fantastic premiers. I like Adrain Dix very much on a personal level and hope when he becomes our next premier that he will curtail the tendency of the far left wing nuts backing him of having the province run by rabid union fiat.
Margaret Mitchell remains one of the best MPs we’ve ever had. Mind, in those years, it wasn’t too tough to raise the level of the NDP game far above the insufferable ilk of Svend Robinson, though Margaret was a tireless servant of the people.
And Carole James, honestly, every time I think of what could have been, I almost feel a tear coming on. The single kindest soul to ever grace the legislature of this province, who would have transformed, for the better, not only the NDP but the province itself, she is the embodiment of the word wonderful. So great is James’ kindness, that in her retirement as leader of the BC NDP, she has added to her family and taken a young gal under her wing, whose life is now worlds better. Absolutely amazing.
Kindness and goodness extends to both left and right, I suppose, but evil, well that’s a different matter altogether.
I’m not a huge fan of Ann Coulter, a right winger if there ever was one, but when she goes overboard (like unnecessarily attacking 9/11 widows), it reminds me of how when left wing Whoopi Goldberg does it (in defending director Roman Polanski’s drugging and sodomizing of a twelve year old as “not really rape-rape”) no one seems to want to talk about it.
There is a major double standard, particularly when the mostly left wing press start to complain that the media is really, politically on the right. Nonsense. Maybe Gordon Campbell had friends with old CanWest, yes, but most members of the press in this province are on the left, let me assure you. It’s just mostly the prominent ones who are shills for Ms. Clark and her not-so-merry band of Fiberals in BC.
However, there are those, primarily in this province, that are simply put–left wing bastards–regardless of being in the media, politics or specifically, on the Internet. They number in the few but their unkindness is stunning.
The Dianne Watts piece I did the other day put this into perspective for me and made me recall how, for many on the left, nothing is sacred. Nothing, not a goddamn thing.
I wrote the piece to illustrate how the smears and falsehoods against Dianne, an infrequent and very light drinker, were being constructed with intent, and how she is an extremely caring individual. Somewhere in the first half I also mentioned that I was depressed back then after almost losing my youngest daughter (this is not permitted, read on) and how Dianne (along with many other friends) was extremely supportive at a moment I needed that.
This is criminal in the wingnut world of the Van Rassels, Robbins, Yuiles, Goughs, et al.
Because today, on another blog, one my own commenters, who openly identifies as an NDPer, attacked me for drinking heavily when I was depressed years ago (like I was alone in that predicament). She mocked me (wait til she wants to come back here…just wait). Oh, don’t think for a minute I mind that much, it’s part of the job, but imagine someone being so miserably insensitive.
But this isn’t an isolated incident.
I’ve written several times about how the younger generations of native aboriginals suffering from addiction and education issues in this province (and across the country) are being marginalized by their own limo-riding elders, so one chap–as ‘thanks’ for my care of their own, hid behind the name ‘Eddy’ (although he identified himself as a Squamish Nation, NDP supporter) and claimed to be university educated (as if this matters in the context of such a discussion) and then insisted I “watch” my back. “Because one day when you’re going home with your kids…you never know…”
I have relentlessly hammered Vision Vancouver’s scurrilous desecration of our streets with unnecessary and useless bike lanes in this beautiful-before-they-ruined-it-city. My reward? One very well-known left wing, cycling fascist from Port Moody (who works in downtown Vancouver) attacked me (and my eldest daughter!), because I mentioned little Gina in the story (I repeated that she asked about why bike lanes in Vancouver were always empty). And he weighed in heavily: “I hope she doesn’t end up a rightwing pig like her father. Perhaps social services will do your daughter a favour and pick her up.Or maybe you should send her my way in a few years you fat-ass prick, if she’s pretty. Hehe…”
Well, he should see my diminishing ass now.
And for the record, Gina is eight.
My quiet rage reminded me of when former prime minister Brian Mulroney said, in an infamous interview, that he almost wanted to visit ‘Frank’ magazine with a gun, after they speculated on what a gang-deflowering of Caroline Mulroney would be like. His approval numbers spiked after he said that.
Apparently, daughters are special to Canadians. That’s a good thing.
When I recently outed the despicable left wing Vision weasels on Vancouver city council for attacking Canadian tourism industry titan Peter Armstrong’s Rocky Mountaineer Railtours’ lockout of an unreasonable union–an attack, for no other reason than RMR is owned by Peter (the Chair of the NPA campaign), the whining and attacks from the left were endless. But one attack from an NDP supporter of Libby Davies’ (so self-identified on ‘TWITter’) struck me as remarkable: “You and your St. George’s fuckhead friend can’t spend your daddy’s money fast enough to save yourselves cuz we are gonna take you out big time fuckers.” Word for word.
For the record, my semi-retired father has never invested in Peter’s business and is summarily uneasy on trains.
A recent post I did on my utter disgust that the mass murder in Norway was being CONSISTENTLY labeled by the press as having been accomplished by “a Christian”, drew the fire of a local far left loon gadfly, who operates his pathetic blog and visits others’, all while he’s punched in at the Vancouver Public Library in some obscure department (how ya feelin’ about your tax buck, now my darlings?) He goes by the moniker ‘Spartikus’ (those of you who also read Frances Bula’s worthwhile blog will know of his howling from the outback there). In my post, you’ll recall how I posited that the murders of innocent soldiers in Ft. Hood, Texas were done by an extremist, left wing Muslim, but this was hardly mentioned by the press, specifically the New York Times. Well, ‘Spartikus’ also known as James Gemmill, took my comments out of context and went on to show a few references, which wasn’t my point–and he was terribly ornery about it. When I contacted him through his blog, he posted a meandering reply, but as with most extremists, the pertinent questions I asked and the points I made were ignored.
Do you see a pattern? The left only care about laws as they affect others, not them. They lie, mind, so do many on the right–but not anywhere as pervasively. They manipulate your comments all for the cause. Everything left is right and all right is wrong.
Although, when Jack Layton looked as if he was dying I, a dreaded conservative, did a post wishing him well–notwithstanding my loathing of his unsupportive comments about our soldiers on the plains of hell.
When Christopher Hitchens’ cancer was getting the best of him, one of his former left wing colleagues lamented that he wasn’t already gone (because the Hitch is seen as a sell-out for supporting the Bush Administration on many foreign policies and writing against Islamofascism; by definition, giving its evil a deserved beating).
The left will attack anything and everything: You, your family, your business, your religion, your appearance, your life–even if you’re dying. Even if you’re child’s life is in peril–as long as you’re on the right. It doesn’t matter to them. They want you to hurt. Despite idiots like those pumping for the Westboro Baptist Church on the right; it’s hardly a saw off.
It’s depressing, is what it really is.
Then again, there will always be the right on the left: Carole James and Tieleman and others.
Like my wonderful NDP readers, many of whom write me daily about spending more time with them.
Which makes me think I should have lunch with my mother soon.