On “Radical Son: A Generational Odyssey”, another sneers: “It’s definitively a book for right wingers as they can not understand words with more than 7 letters . The author extrapolates his experiences into the wider world of wich he has no knowledge.”
The spelling as always is left intact as a tribute to a rage that transcends the boundaries of conventional grammar.
They show up in the review sections of books by Mark Steyn, Wafa Sultan, Mark Levin, Sean Hannity, Rush Limbaugh, Ann Coulter, Michelle Malkin and dozens of others. Rarely do they admit to having actually read the books they are reviewing. Occasionally they will mention that they borrowed them, read them in a library while wearing plastic gloves or stole them. Often they barely seem to know who the author is. Only that the author is one of “Them.”
The “Them” are the people that they have been conditioned to hate as part of their identity and as the source of their unreason.
“DANGEROUS, DESTRUCTIVE BOOK!!!!!” shrieks a review of Glenn Beck’s “The Original Argument.” “Mostly filled with lies hate,” clamors another review in an unintentionally accurate self-analysis.
“THE FACT SHE CAN WRITE THIS BOOK AFTER THE DIASTERUS BUSH CHANEY YEARS & NOT TAKE INTO ACCOUNT WHAT THE REPUBLICONS IN THE HOUSE & THE REPUBLICON GOVERNERS ARE DOING TO THIS COUNTRY TODAY (DESTROYING THE INFRASTRUCTURE) REQUIRES A LOT OF GAUL,” a review of Ann Coulter’s “Demonic” thunderously blares.
The left likes to accuse talk radio of being the source of division, anger and hate in the country, while pretending that they don’t inculcate hate into their own followers. Reviews like these however reveal that the underside of the left is as dank, illiterate and filled with hate as its pundits claim the right is.
The electrical shock between reason and unreason that sparks these Frankensteins of the left to life takes place on Amazon.com, where you don’t need to buy a book to review it and a single wrong click can take you out of the territory of unreason and into the territory of reason. It happens when a radio dial slips too far to the right or a member of the collective bubble of progressive ideas encounters an article that challenges his or her preconceptions. Sometimes the response is an inclination to reason, but more often it is a surrender to rage.
Rage has been the longtime mistress of the left, the furnace of its revolutions, the volcanic fuel of its hunger for power and the heart of the unreasoning beast of its political ego that cannot abide any path other than its own. “Demonic” fits it well.
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