If you Google the definition of the word “troll”, you get the following:
- A mythical, cave-dwelling being depicted in folklore as either a giant or a dwarf, typically having a very ugly appearance.
- Fish by trailing a baited line along behind a boat: “we trolled for mackerel”.
- A deliberately provocative online posting intended to incite an angry response.
Considering what’s going on in Charlotte right now, I’d say that we can safely assume that the term’s definition applies to the event in every possible way.
I was trying to come up with something clever and insightful to post today, after all, this is my debut as a contributor to this blog, but instead, I found something that deserves to be shared.
It’s a great article by Daniel Greenfield from his Sultan Knish Blog…A Party of Trolls.
Daniel nails the Obama agenda:
For the last three years, the left has responded to every criticism of their candidate, their party and their incompetence by bleating about racism, as if having a black candidate and a large share of the black vote makes them honorary minorities. And as if their bleating had anything to do with real issues like the unsustainable national debt and an economy that still can’t get back on its feet.
The left imagines that it is somehow better than the lunatics of the Westboro Baptist Church who randomly show up at funerals screaming about homosexuality. It’s not. Not when its members show up randomly brandishing nooses or dressing up as body parts and screaming about racism or sexism. There’s no hint of responsible leadership in tactics like that. It’s the behavior of a debating club loser who has memorized only one winning point and will shout it no matter what the issue is.
Read the article…it’s inspired.
Sometime ago, in my own blog, I predicted that this Presidential race would deteriorate into a racial election, and that progressive neoracism would dominate the tone.
It seems that I was right, and that as Michelle Malkin points out, any word that doesn’t praise Barack Obama is a racist slur.
So, I don’t know about you guys, but I’ll be watching old Toshiro Mifune movies with the subtitles turned off for the next several days. I can make more sense of them, than I will of anything that will be said in that stage in Charlotte this week.
And there you have it, my first post.
They will get better, I promise.
I’m just a bit nervous about being a member of the Intransigent Cubiche Contributor’s Club.
After all, I am blogging alongside Carlos Eire, a man whose books I intend to be holding to my still heart the day I am buried.
As my sainted abuela would say..”ay mijo, a veces tu asustas!”