It seems you could make a similar observation when you're comparing decency with meanness of spirit. The yargle-barglers may have speed on their side, but then that's because what they do consists of little more than running around, screeching, and scattering handfuls of loose stool as far as they can throw it.
Let 'em fill their boots. They can only drag us down to their level if we let them. One of the best tributes we could give to Jack is making them irrelevant and aspiring to follow his example instead.
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ReplyDeleteYou're right on this. Rightwing nutjobs are outdoing themselves. Just when you think they can't sink any lower. . . Babs Kay!
Very true, Orwell. It must just kill them that hundreds of thousands are paying tribute to Jack including the foreign press. Suck on it, you nasty PoS.
ReplyDeleteI would suggest that those columnists and commenters who bashed Jack Layton just because he was a pinko-commie-marxist-socialist remind me of the Grinch who stole Christmas. They want to take away all the dignity that was Jack Layton. They want to take away the dignity of Canadians who both mourn Mr. Layton's death and celebrate his life. Those who think well of Jack Layton remind me of the Whos in Whoville. We don't care what nasty things that the Grinches have mentioned about Jack Layton. We are still going to celebrate his life. We are still going to make Canada a better place by implementing Jack's kind words to Canadians.
ReplyDeleteI went to Toronto's Nathan Phillips Square today. I didn't feel sad while I was there. I felt happy. I got to see people smiling, chalking messages on the pavement. I got to see little kids chalking pictures. There was the farmers' market. A performer was singing. This represented my Canada; I loved it!