Wielding the Slashing Anti-Idiotarian ClueKitana of Our Legends

I was at a friend's apartment tonight. The idiotic "Real Time with Bill Maher" came on, and I was sitting in a room with two libs. One was a good buddy of mine who I've been friends with for years, but I didn't know the other kid. He was a cool guy, and also a lib. I was already infuriated and amused by the mere presence of the writer of "The Vagina Monologues"on the program. Arkansas Governor Mike Huckabee was also on, and held his own against these moonbats as well, with me cheering him on in a studio full of Clintonista Koolaid Drinkers. Well done, sir.

Anyway- we predictably got into a discussion about the war and meandering issues non-descript. The kid who I didn't know then dropped a no-no that I fear may be a trigger in me for some time: "Yo- you know the war is BULLSH*T, right?" Well that was it. I've had months of reading, reflecting, challenging and accepting the hardhips shared by this nation during the war, and I let loose on him. The chicken hawk argument came out, and I slapped it right down with wisdom from here and here. The Vietnam syndrome and usual body count arguments came up, and I ferociously (and with a little assistance from Emporer Darth Misha I) parried them into a historical discussion of the "body tallying" that the left always rushes to emphasize over everything else; it showed him that this was another path he didn't want to begin to tread. Stuttering and staggering resulted when I dropped the WWII bombs, the VietBomb, the Civil War cluster grenades, and WWI bunker busters as well. No Mercy!

He also tried to spin around and act like torture was a problem in the United States, but was silent on this, as well as on the question of "what do you think the people liberated from Saddam's torture chambers think of that argument?", which I shamelessly got from the Protest Warriors. And he definitely doesn't read Iraq the Model, where he would have had to wrap his head around this.

And the now stunned liberal, perhaps sensing that he had messed with a tiger and not an inferior, began to quiet down. He went from sputtering to just shaking his head in dissapointment. Dissapointed that I did not buy that endless cynical line. Dissapointed because I bothered to seek out beyond the steady feed of packaged and half baked "news" and "information" pouring out of the telescreen. Dissapointed that I had escaped the insidious bonds of television dependency and had delved head-first into the blogosphere and the internet to find some answers (most of which have been quite easily attainable). The outcome of the "argument" was decided before it began. Done. DONE. Bill Maher has nothing.

The confused yet amiable chap then proceeded to wander out of the room into the world, wiser.

(Karl Rove in my little earpiece) : BWAHAHAHA!