Why I Hate Liberals

Author’s note:  I gotta go Christmas shopping, and I don’t have time to proofread this, so I’m just going to let it fly.  Maybe one of you could proofread it for me.  I think I found the linked story below on Bad Blue.  I can’t even remember anymore, but aside from the many spelling and grammar errors in this rough draft, I think it’s a better article than the one Susie wrote.  Maybe, I’ll come back and clean it up some, but I probably won’t.  Who’s gonna see it anyway?  Maybe I worry about my spelling and grammar more once I get my stuff posted on Bad Blue.


It was late November during an unusually wet fall.  At least one inch of rain fell each week during October on fields that were already saturated by a September storm.  It was no big deal, those few weeks before Halloween.  Everything would dry up soon enough, just like it almost always did in years before.  Even if it didn’t, a freeze in November would make those fields like dry pavement.

But it didn’t work out that way.  Not that year.  The first three weeks of November consisted mostly of cloudy days with highs in the 40’s and 50’s with lows rarely getting below freezing.  Although the amount of rain received did let up some that month, just enough fell each time the ground was almost dry enough to support the weight of harvesting equipment.

It was now a week before Thanksgiving and the extended weather forecast warned of heavy snow within a weeks time.  If that happened, harvest would be impossible.  Even if there was a miracle snow melt, followed by an immediate deep freeze, there is no way that it would be possible to convert that standing corn into cash in time to satisfy creditors.

The fields are just as wet as they have been all those weeks before, but the combine gets fired up and heads out anyway. The equation has changed and the farmer finds himself doing things he wouldn’t have dreamed of doing only a few weeks before.  He’ll take his combine out and get what he can get, counting on his knowledge of his fields to help him avoid the wettest spots.  He’ll just have to go around the corn standing in small lakes that dot his fields.  It’s a very inefficient way of harvesting and the question of how close he dare get to those lakes is constantly burning in his mind.

He’ll have to load his semi-truck right on the highway.  It’s illegal, but he does it anyway.  Even the gravel shoulder is too soft to support support such weight.  He’s breaking the rules now, but following the rules guarantees that he loses the game.  Following the rules has been replaced by hoping nothing bad happens.

He manages to get his headlands done without to many problems and starts making trips across his field.  The standing corn vanishes six rows at a time, each pass a little further down a slight incline and then, it happens.  With the grain tank almost full, he considers whether he should unload after this pass and then notices an almost imperceptible loss in speed.  Something doesn’t feel right, and he knows exactly what it is.

It’s wheel slippage.  The ground is too soft and begins to give way as tire treads peel it away.  What does he do now?  If he stops, he will lose momentum and surely be stuck, probably not too bad, but he’s all alone.  Rounding up someone else and a tractor will take precious time.  He could try to power through it, but if he doesn’t make it, he’ll be really stuck, a totally different situation than merely being stuck.

Everything in that last paragraph and more, runs through the farmer’s mind in a matter of seconds, and he makes the call.  He pushes down on the lever and increases his tire speed to make up for his loss of forward momentum and makes it through, but now he’s at the point of no return.  With two huge muddy ruts behind him, he has no choice but to try to make it to the end of the field.  The headlands are only twenty five yards away and he knows the ground there is firm, but suddenly his machine drops down several inches, as it grinds to a hault.

There’s about a one in ten chance that he could make it out of this mess alone, ramming the machine between forward and reverse, hoping that traction may lie just a few inches ahead.  But that means risking breaking a final drive on his front axle, a costly and time consuming repair.  Trying to pull out a stuck combine forward, is less than ideal, and to the rear lay 100 yards of soft, muddy ground.

What does he do now?  Tens of thousands of dollars, and maybe even the farm itself is on the line, if the farmer is in a precarious financial position.  His whole world depends upon him making the right choice, right then.

Now let’s compare the farmer to a college professor.  I’m going to now tell you a story that actually repeated itself several times in my life and I’m sure that anyone else who has attended college or tech school can tell the same type of story.

Almost every college professor and tech school instructor have his or her own way of doing things.  Some use multiple choice exams where you fill in the circle with a number two pencil and a computer scans and grades the test.  Some use test that require written answers in essay form where although there was a time limit for students taking the exam, there seems to be no deadline for when the exams will be graded and handed back to them.  Still others feel that is a useful learning experience for the students to grade each other’s exams in class, and I couldn’t agree more.

In fact, I learned something from this type of experience that is more universal than anything I ever learned studying any one particular subject, and that is - why people are, the way they are.

For those of you who never experienced it, this is how in class grading of test worked.  At some point after taking an exam, the students would exchange test papers and the entire class would review each question.  Each student would take turns reading a question and the answer that their classmate had given.  The instructor would then declare if that answer was indeed, the correct answer, and then we would move on to the next question.

Occasionally a dispute would arise as to what the correct answer actually was.  A student might have said something like, “The correct answer is B”, and the instructor would concur.  Suddenly several students would go up.  One student might say something like, “According to notes I took during your lecture on the 28th, the correct answer should be C.”  Another student might say, “Yeah, and according to the textbook, the correct answer is C, also.”

Such problems were usually solved either by giving everyone who responded with either B or C, credit, or sometimes the  entire question would be thrown out and treated as if it were never even on the exam.  The instructor was clearly wrong about the answer to the question and readily admitted it, but didn’t have to pay any price of any kind for his error.

Who else gets to live in world, free of consequence, like that?  Not the students.  Except in instances like the one described above, if they got a question wrong, they got it wrong, and they couldn’t solve problem by simply giving themselves credit for being right, and they couldn’t just throw that question out.  In other words, they paid a price for being wrong.

The real world treats business owners, like the farmer described above, even more harshly, and does it much more often.  Almost every day, sometimes several times per day, a private business owner, like the farmer described in the beginning of this piece, must make decisions at a moment’s notice, that mean the difference between profit and loss, between success and failure.  There’s no “do overs” and there’s no “throwing that question out”.  There’s only the consequences of those decisions, whether they were right or wrong.  Living in the real world and dealing with the consequences of ones actions and decisions tends to make one conservative.  Conservatism is dealing with reality, what works and what doesn’t.

Most college professors have never experienced anything like that in their entire lives. Their whole world is scheduled by a syllabus.  Everything is already known and planned out in advance, and if for whatever reason, something is not addressed by a certain deadline, it simply isn’t covered.  They get their paychecks regardless.  There’s no working around the clock to get the job done, and there’s no taking risks because the consequences of not taking action are greater.  There’s no picking corn in a wet field before threat of twelve inches of snow.

About the only way a college professors can fail is to do or say something deemed as racist or sexist, so it’s easy to understand why they go to such ridiculous extremes to “prove” they are neither, and it’s also easy to understand why they are liberal.  Their incomes are independent of what takes place in the economy and most errors they might commit.  Their careers have been reduced to not offending other liberals.

There are plenty of liberals outside the world of academia, but they almost always in one form or another, are detached from the consequences of living in the real world.  Liberalism is avoiding the harsh realities of the real world and blaming the shortcomings of individuals on someone or something else.

So now we got this chick (Susan J. Douglas), who has worked up the “courage” to say that she hates republicans.  How dare she?  If you click on that first link, you will see that she has never done anything in the public sector in her entire life. (At least nothing that she felt was worth reporting.)  How can she even pretend to be able to pass judgement on anyone?  Republicans are elected by people like the farmer mentioned in the beginning of post.  People whose livelihoods depend on the economy and the consequences of the decisions they make.  She is dependent on neither, has no understanding of either, but still is somehow in a position where more people will hear her voice than mine.

Well, Susie, I hate liberals, and in particular, I hate you.



2 comments:

  1. I'm not too thrilled with either conservatives or liberals. Neither has any real desire for real property rights or freedom. Conservative and liberal are synonyms for statist and busybodies that should mind their own business but won't.

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    1. Well, I definitely am among the group of people that does have a real desire for real property rights and freedom, whatever it is you wish to call it. I would imagine that more of such people would label themselves as conservatives than anything else.

      Also, given the type of government we have, standing up for our rights and freedoms, and isolating ourselves from all others at the same time, is impossible. If we did that, our opposition would just run wild.

      In fact, that is exactly what is happening right now, because so many lovers of freedom think that they are just minding their own business, when actually, they are ignoring it.

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