The "peace-out" Lefties love their violence

Look back over the demostrations over the last 100 years -- at Berkeley, at Ohio State, in San Francisco, in Washington D.C., at Republican conventions, at presidential speeches, at environmental gatherings, at conservative speeches, at college speeches by conservatives.

What's a common occurrence?

Violence. Not just shouting down speakers who've been asked to speak by institutions. Not just threats of physical violence against the speakers. Not just demands that governments shut the speakers up.

Violence. The conservative kitty-cat Ann Coulter (meow!) became the latest victim of these red-faced club-wielding low-brows in Canada. 2,000 of the peace-out thugs swarmed an auditorium where Kitty Coulter was to speak; they rioted, set off a fire alarm, threw tables, blocked entrances and shrilly screamed like tantrum-throwing little girls.

They should, of course, know better than to mess with the Kitty, who blistered their panty-lined bottoms with scathing humor (see link above). One particular person received his justice de stylo from Kitty. His name is Francois A. Houle (French for Frank. A Hole, Kitty explained), the provost at Ottawa University, where Kitty was to speak.

Mr. Houle subtly incited the riotors by threatening Kitty with prison if she incited "hatred." And then Mr. Houle didn't show up at any of Kitty's three planned speeches in Canada. Kitty's response: "(To add insult to injury, Francois didn't even plan to attend my speech because Tuesday is his bikini wax night.)"

The peace-out ninnies will not enjoy Miss Kitty's delicious humor. They're too busy hating -- hating freedom lovers for not surrendering to the Lefties' demands for handouts for "free" education or free food or free medicine or free housing or free panties.

They are, as Ayn Rand put it, subjectivists who have rendered themselves incapable of self-control and happiness and, therefore, succumbed to the only thing they understand: violence against others who will not put up with their irrationality and wish to speak out against it.

They act like beasts, but are much worse. They are what only bad humans can be: malevolent. Lower animals have no choice but to commit violence. They don't do it because they're mad; they do it because it's their nature. But human violence is entirely man-made. It is an acknowledgement of existential failure in the world. It is a tantrum against the world. It is a malevolence against the world.

And it is a hallmark of the Leftist movement here in America and around the world.

Watch out, Lefties. The Kitty's on the loose.

I had ADD, BBD, DCD, DBD, IFS, ETS, DFD, IBD

As a youthful student I had ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder), BBD (Boners for Babes Disorder), DCD (Dreamy Classroom Disorder), DBD (Desperately Bored Disorder), IFS (Incessant Farting Syndrome), ETS (Excessive Talking Syndrome), DFD (Dreaming of Freedom Disorder) and IBD (Itchy Britches Disorder).

The one thing that characterizes all of the above syndromes and "disorders" is that they are NOT diseases. They are the consequence of bad parenting, bad diets and coercive government authoritarian control of the mental content of children via "public education" (well, except for BBS and IFS, ahem).

ADD is not a disease. Children are not born with "attention deficits." Attention deficits are created. They are created by enforced conscription of children into activities or situations that they do not wish to be in, supplanting their own values for others' values.

It is a consequence of being told, "You will sit in that uncomfortable, constricted chair for six hours each day of the week and listen to puke, pabulum and propaganda, whether you like it or not -- do you understand me?!"

It can also be the consequence of horrible eating, mostly way too much sugar and carbs, which turn the body into a hyperactive spasm of uncontrollable urges to MOVE, to MOVE ANYWHERE. I know. I was one of those kids brought up on cereal, lots of cereal, and milk, which my body couldn't digest and thereby turned milk protein into copious amounts of gas, which I embarrassingly exploded upon my nearby victims in every concentration-camp class I was forced to attend. (How many times did I hear from my fellow prisoners, "ELMORE?!!!!!!!!!!!!! God damn, not again!!!!!!!!"). That's not a legacy one can proudly wear. I did, however, save a few calculated explosions for the deans and the principals when sent to their office for discipline for excessive talking because of DBD and DFD.

The excessive sugar gave me IBD. The glacial pace of instruction gave me ETS, and so my report cards contained A's for classwork and lots and lots of bad-conduct capital letters to the side stating ominously: "Excessive Talking." Luckily, the only thing that the dictator, my dad, cared about was the A's. "I don't give a shit whether you talk too much as long as your grades are good."

So I talked. And talked. And talked. And got sent to the principal's office, where I farted. And farted. And farted. Until the noxious cloud precipitated a brief upbraiding and a quick dismissal back to a classroom of smiling friends and a miffed teacher.

I hated school. Let me repeat that. I HATED school. Loved meeting new people and having lots of friends. Hated being told when and what to learn. It was MY life. No it wasn't. Yes it was. No, it wasn't. All I could think of each day was babes (BBD) and looking up the dress of my buxomous 8th-grade World History teacher, who had a lovely tendency to wear VERY short skirts, jump up on her desk at the front of the classroom and slowly cross her legs, causing many male students to go to the nurse's office for strained necks and hurting crotches.

Yeah, OK, that was fun -- looking up Ms. So-and-so's dress at the pink/purple/black/red panties -- but that was one short (too short) class in a history of violence against the human mind and free will. Mostly, public school simply elicited rage from me and many others (mostly boys, it seemed). Whose life was it, anyway?! "I'm not going to use the fucking quadratic equation in my life, you boring sack of pig's testicles!" Thus DFD or another disorder/syndrome set in.

The cronies of coercive education and their conspiratorial counterparts in psychology have developed an acronym alphabet soup to attend to the natural effects of extreme boredom, extreme coercion, extreme diets and extreme devastation of one's own personal interests at a youthful age. These professorial posers would like you to think that all the fucked-up kids have somehow contracted a genetic disease. But the posers have one major problem in their diagnosis: They have ADD.

Their attention deficit is philosophical. They do not attend to the exigencies of philosophical inquiry, thereby causing them to misunderstand cause and effect: When you pummel free will, you get disorder. When you coerce thinking, you get non-thinking. When you combine the two you get alphabet soups of lost generations. Those are inconvenient truths for parasites on the public teat.

End "public schooling" now. Save the children (for once the cliche applies). Let's take the capital letters out of "ADD" and put them back in math -- not "new" math.

Let the kids be free to enjoy their individual rights to self-determination and productive and creative lives -- and their BBD in their teenage years.

Here's looking at you, babes!