By Warner Todd Huston ——Bio and Archives--February 16, 2012
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The verse was used to point out the hyper-PC, disingenuous liberals who today seek for a reason to be offended under every rock.Crowder knew ahead of time that the left would lose its tiny collective little mind at their hoped for example of “racism” at the conservative gathering. He knew that once they felt they saw raaacism they’d leap at it without bothering to check to see if it really was what they thought it was. Too good to check, if you will. And they did. Crowder got them, but good. The left gave Crowder his soapbox. “Listen, I’m not somebody who really cares about polarization, political correctness or even what context can be fit into proper 40-character formatting,” he says in his HuffPo piece. “People can hold any opinion that they want on any subject that they choose. Just don’t proactively lie to people. It’s a simple request really, and one that we don’t hear nearly enough.” Yep. He got ‘em good on their knee-jerk reactions built entirely on lies. Crowder proved that leftists don’t see truth. They see what they want to see in order to “prove” their preconceived notions. The world really is flat in their experience. After all, they fall off the edge nearly every day! Oh, and one other thing. That curly-headed woman waving her arms over her head that both Gawker and # use as proof of the raaacism and hate for minorities evinced by those evil conservatives? Yeah. Her name is Cynthia Yockey. She calls her blog A Newly Conservative Lesbian, Cynthia Yockey. Right. Next I’m sure # and Gawker will decide that this lesbian is not a real lesbian, eh? Ooops. Full Lyrics:
Yeah, lookin’ at the country, It’s not what I intended Gotta start to make a change, Before you’re a Neverending Story of a failed nation run straight out of luck Like a million Tyler Perry Movies Uh, you suck All you little haves lots you’re still selfish and want more Votin’ in your own self- interests now instead of the core Principles that made this country both honest and true Free to speak, worship, pursuit of your happiness too With all this money afly you gon’ be needin’ a big freeze I hate the size of the fed like Jesus hated the fig tree As the spending goes up, you gotta borrow some more Borrowin’ from the chinese, Oh My lord Instead you just tax more, increasin’ the size Of the federal government yeah to George’s surprise You’ll be done like Detroit man, no You ain’t comin’ back Forget it, I’m out, I’m muzzle loading my gat Mr. America, look what you’ve done You’ve traded your liberty and sovereignty for lies and promises Mr. America, don’t you run away Pick the pieces up and face the problems, you’ll be great again Mr. America I got tired of rolling over in my grave everyday Makin a monarchy of my beloved US of A You little glitches need remindin of what we were before And the sitch that lead us up to revolutionary war High taxes to the throne without a voice of our own Ruled top down from the crown we wanted left alone All y’all so soft you takin it year after year We were fighting red coats while we were brewing our beer Now I’m spittin cyphers through a grill made of wood That’s how it all went down in G Dubs neighborhood Packin cap n balls black powder hammers were cocked locked Click clack, the lobster backs lost the attack ’cause I rocked! So chicken littles who don’t know me listen don’t let it twist We kicked the “Aaa’s” of the “Bees” for much less than this! So don’t deny the historical, I’m climbing out of the mud Follow me, believe this creed, plant the seed and be free! Mr. America, look what you’ve done You’ve traded your liberty and sovereignty for lies and promises Mr. America, don’t you run away Pick the pieces up and face the problems, you’ll be great again Mr. America Unemployment’s at eight five, when it’s really at twelve Hear me class is in session you Can’t be saved by the bell What happens when you, keep printing mo dough Both party’s have gone green like their name was Al Gore Yeah but right now you’re high, ain’t you big hitter But I’m back from the dead now bringing back all my knickers Man you think I’d say that, what’s wrong with you I’m just talking about my short pants that I rock with my shoes But let’s get back to the first point I was trying to make The degradation of our freedoms and our country at stake The government’s getting grand, while private sector grows smaller Pour one out for your homies, cuz here comes the cold water Unemployment’s still rising, our debt’s growing still The only change you’re gonna get, is being left with the bill Mr. America, look what you’ve done You’ve traded your liberty and sovereignty for lies and promises Mr. America, don’t you run away Pick the pieces up and face the problems, you’ll be great again Mr. America
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Warner Todd Huston’s thoughtful commentary, sometimes irreverent often historically based, is featured on many websites such as Breitbart.com, among many, many others. He has also written for several history magazines, has appeared on numerous TV and radio shows.
He is also the owner and operator of Publius’ Forum.