Mark Gisleson of Norwegianity, apparently bummed about finishing way out of the big money in the Unintentionally Funny Leftyblog contest (despite years of dedicated striving from colleague MNob, would would definitely be a contender in the Individual category, if I had the bandwidth to present such a contest) apparently didn’t like this line, from a post last week about conservatives and protesting…:
Conservatives are like sharks; any one of us is a match for dozens of liberals, and our very presence at marches or school board meetings or community council elections provokes unreasoning fear, panic, irrationality and an “end justifies the means” mentality.
He responded:
The first graf is the award-winner [for some hypothetical “unintentionally funny conservative blogger” contest – of which more below], the latter is the clip and save for next year to see if he’s still using this excuse for the pitiful wingnut counterprotester presence at the RNC.
He was talking about this quote from me:
So I have neither the illusion of nor the desire to try to get thousands of conservatives out into the street next year for the Republican National Convention in Saint Paul. But I do want to get dozens out on the street, and spotted around the city’s various choke points, with cameras and video and laptops and wireless cards, to make sure that the “demonstrators” are held accountable to the world for the actions of their, er, less-restrained fellows.
Of course, Gisleson misses the point; if he could see the point, he’d be a conservative.
Nobody – least of all me – is under any impression that conservatives will ever clog the streets of Saint Paul, waving signs and carring papier-mache puppets and chanting like a bunch of lobotomized droogs. That’s the left’s monopoly, and y’all are welcome to it. We cannot “fail” to spark a mass movement “in the street” at the convention, because there is not the faintest intention to try to create one.
Never has been!
Never will be!
The real intentions? They’re hidden (apparently) in plain sight, in one post or another here and on True North, for whatever it may be worth to you.
So read again. And focus. Belay your dreams of bobbing down Kellogg Boulevard inside a giant Cheney head puppet for a few moments.
Leave the goalposts alone.
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