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Perhaps you did not know this about me, but I am a troll!  LOL!  Seriously, apparently I am a troll… depending on who you ask of course.  It was a recent wave of anti-PJ sentiment that unfolded on Twitter that brought this to the surface.  Granted, I did not know about this until now because of my deliberate under utilization of social networking, but it is interesting nonetheless. 

So how was it that I became a troll?  Well, it was quite simple actually.  Crystal wrote an article in support of a Black Republican the GOP refused to support.  She tweeted the article and I uncharacteristically responded to her tweet in a very characteristic manner – and therein lies the problem… political honesty.

The Establishment Republican has done to Conservatism, what the Modern Liberal / Progressive has done to the Democrat Party – bastardized it.  When you think of one, it is the lesser desirable aspect that comes forth in the mind’s eye.  Clearly, not all Democrats are the baby killing, war mongering, wealth stealing, race baiting, profoundly ignorant, God hating, gay loving, right restricting, liberty stealing peddlers of political deceit, personal irresponsibility and overt dishonesty that Progressive influences  have now made representative of the Left.  In spite of such reality, the socially enforced current state of partisanism demands that we see only the worst in that which politically defies us.  The mantra of resistance becomes a pseudo-intellectual and sophomoric statement of ideological defiance:

You don’t agree with me because you are wrong, your political orientation is wrong and you will never agree because you are merely a blind follower of a highly faulted political regime.” 

This temperament is of course deployed because forcefully attacking disagreement allows the freedom to not self-evaluate an individual’s own political orientation, personal beliefs and motives.  Such self-evaluation would result in the acknowledgement that the aforementioned perspectives are questionable… in the least.   

With this in mind, the true Conservative is likened to the more the stereotypical bible thumping, God fearing, overtly judgmental, prudish, gay hating, power grubbing, racist, fat White Establishment Republican in the eyes of the Progressively influenced Leftist. 

In reality, these stereotypical, political impotents do in fact exist and it is their perverse distortions of self and ego driven narcissisms that are destroying the healthier sense of Americanism… by first destroying their own from within.    

Not making sense?

Please indulge me while I elaborate and explain the whole “troll” thing.

Daily Troll Alert?”  Apparently, this “alert” is used to inform Twitter users when someone is saying something that other Twitter users belonging to a some political clique may not find favor in.  It is sort of like high school gone digital – the quintessential definition of sophomoric.  It is not being referred to as a troll that is worthy of garnering attention, it is who is so callow to perpetuate such nonsense.  If you are thinking a Progressive, you could not be further from correct.  Clearly an Establishment Republican (who has the political lack of awareness to consider herself a Conservative / Libertarian)  attacking Conservative temperaments that are seeking to only improve the direction of the Right – albeit that Republicanism has reduced itself to the role of lesser evil considering Leftist alternatives).

The fact is Establishment Republicans are just as threatened by Conservatives as the Progressive Left.  Both want more control over the people, less liberty and freedom for the people and attack on personal levels when they know they cannot defend themselves with facts of truth. 

Let’s take the troll perpetuator, Gloria Mitchell for example.  She is quick to launch personal attacks when the current state of the GOP is questioned in a manner no different than a Progressive attacking when Obama is criticized.  Calling a person “stupid” is her favorite by far, but she is also quick to state that if you are Black, or of color and even remotely question the Republican establishment that you must be on “CRACK.”  (Take the insinuations from that as you may… but the stereotypical Establishment Republican comes to mind.  And to think, these same Republicans insist they are not a part of the problem that currently plagues the GOP.  Equal parts amusing, sad and pathetic rolled up into a political ball of hate and contempt – mostly self-contempt that is). 

Interestingly, our little Establishment Republican, Conservative hater is quick to denounce ObamaCare, yet is proud of her support for Mitt Romney who has also implemented health insurance mandates - and in the same breath, is quick to call others hypocrites, among other things.

Clearly a class act.

Here is my problem with today’s Establishment Republican; they make too many Progressives correct when they launch attacks depicting the Right as a bunch of racists based on generalizations and stereotypes. 

Too often, we hear the elected Republican elite state how they represent American liberties and freedoms, yet, not a single one of them consistently voted against the Patriot Act.  These same individuals supported the freedom crippling NDAA, unprecedented First Amendment limitations have been applied both by Republicans and with Republican support.  These Establishment Republicans are blindly supported no differently than Obama is supported by disillusioned Progressives – yet, we on the Right are not secure enough in our political identity to acknowledge the problem.  If we are too insecure to acknowledge the problem exists, we will never have the courage to correct the course of the Right.  Sadly, the failings of the Right are willfully and woefully protected by “troll perpetuators.”

America has fallen into a state of political despair driven by partisans who refuse to see their own wrongdoings and contemptuousness.  Today’s partisans, with all their might, hate any all things that do not represent specifically what they are – even when the end goal of discourse is for their betterment and the benefit of the nation as a whole.  It is this ill-contrived hate, which is now equally garnered on both the Right and Left that undermines the natural order of political progress.  Rather than correct the wrongdoings, which are indefensible, it is chosen to attack.  This only ensures what is wrong and can be improved, stays wrong and will not be improved.  Little in the political realm is more disappointing.

Are we to believe that Liberals are the only women having abortions?  Are Republicans the only ones in America who believe they have the constitutionally given right to bear arms?  Conservatives must then be the only Americans that believe in less government.  Such generalizations are completely absurd, but we have become so divided we cannot see how farfetched these assertions actually are.  We have not only learned to tolerate these gross and inaccurate generalizations; we have grown so apathetic and submissive to political order, that we actually buy into it them.

It was roughly this time of year; some weeks before Halloween that a plan was born.  I was in elementary school and the long morning walk told a subtle little story on that side of the city.  They were into Halloween far more than those on our side of the railroad tracks - they could afford to be.  The plan would be to break a golden rule and spend our Halloween evening outside of the confines of our neighborhood.  Getting our parent's buy in would be nothing easy.

For the next week we walked a different route to school each day, each further out the way than the previous.  We then made maps of our course and presented them to our parents.

"Why in the world would you guys want to do this?" my mom asked as my father smiled and shook his head.

"The candy mom, we can get far more candy this way.  We will go farther, but it will be worth it."  Simple, honest, ambitious and detailed in a manner that our parents would know where we were.  The insinuation was that we wanted to do it alone and did not want parents slowing us down.

"We'll see."  I hated that response.  It usually meant no.  A few days later I was told yes as I departed for school to meet up with my friends.  They had received their yes responses that morning as well.  (We never stopped to think our parents had discussed it collectively before giving us the okay.)  The closer to Halloween it became, the more excited we grew while making small adjustments to our plan.  Our bags were traded for king size pillow cases to accommodate the anticipated load.  We would walk to school debating the fastest way to make the trek.  Up one side of the street, down the other and crossing over blocks on the side of the street that had the most Halloween decorations on display.  As little double tracking as possible would be essential.  The plan was committed to and we were ready.

Halloween came that year accompanied by a vicious storm.  More sleet than snow, but were in.  We set forth as my older sister was arriving to take my younger brother and sister out to make their candy rounds.  My mother and father were "leaving for the evening."

And so it would be.  Into to the sleet and snow we ventured across the railroad tracks on our little quest for record setting amounts of Halloween candy.  The weather was brutal; the stinging sleet drove most back to their homes and was as unrelenting on us as we were to our commitment to set a new candy record.  Up and down the streets we endured for hours.  Faces, hands and feet frozen, pants soaked as we finished the last long block and headed back to our good old neighborhood.  The weight of the frozen bags of candy, the wind sheering into our faces was worth the accomplishment.  Hard work pays.

Crashing in the front door, completely miserable and completely satisfied.  A failed Halloween for others brought huge rewards for us; all because we opted to endure rather than quit.  The evening of pain would be followed by days and weeks in which to reap the candied fruits of our labor.  With such little competition, the rewards were all the more plentiful.  Those investing in candy for the kids did not want to waste it.  The handfuls got bigger and bigger as the evening progressed.  Our enemy in the weather turned into an asset.  All ruined by an older sister.

"Wow Paul, that is a lot of candy!  Since your brother and sister had to come home early, we are going to split yours up so everyone has the same amount!"  No recognition for the pain suffered in acquiring it.  My reaction was one of forced resistance to protect not my candy, but my effort.  A battle ensued that would require the bag to ripped only from my dead, tightly clinging, still painfully cold fingers.  If she came too close, I am sure that frozen bag would have hurt.  To fight hard to acquire something in life requires hard fought efforts to protect it from entitlement.

Hours of pain and suffering to reap a third of its rewards?  Not hardly.

My parents walked in the back door.  Come to find out that in order to allow us to go on our little trek meant that one of the parents had to follow us; my father was the only one with a car (that worked anyway).  Several times my mother sought to interrupt and reel us into the car to save us from the elements.  My father told her that if we were still going house to house, we were fine.  If we stopped and headed back home not accomplishing what we set out to do, they would give us a ride home.

Dad this time intervened.  "Paul will decide who gets what of his candy, if any; no one else will decide that for him."  His baritone voice echoed in the form of the ultimate Johnson family trump card sparing my sister from a twenty plus pounds of frozen candy ass whoopin'.

He saw what I went through to get it and did not want to see me robbed of the sense of accomplishment.  And of course, he knew there was no way in hell I could conquer a bag of candy more than half the weight of myself.  The rule was that all Halloween candy had to be first inspected by an adult.  The bag got dumped out all over the dining room table.  Pounds and pounds of it.  Things I loved, things I hated, things I had never before seen.  Back into the bag it all went; every single piece of it.  My mom did not even pilfer her favorites as she was inspecting it.  It was mine... all mine.  I called my brother and sister and gave them all the favorites they could possibly tolerate.

It was my choice to share; ultimately I shared more to each of them than they gathered on their own, far more.  It felt good to share, but far better to work hard in order to be able to.  To be robbed of that is criminal.

We forget that to have more, generally means you have to work harder to gain more.  What is seen is the accomplishment, not the effort and sacrifice.  We seek to remove the fruit completely absent of processes involved that took to grow it.

To my older sister Janice, my riches of candy were wrong because others had too little in comparison.  "It wasn't fair." she said.

What would have been fair to her was me going with them and everyone having less, or of course, myself or anyone else not having more would have also been "fair."

Because others acquire more only demonstrates that those who do not acquire more can if they apply themselves in similar fashion.  For some, the guaranteed handout of entitlement is motivation to not effort such a trek in the bitter realities of a hard and harsh economy.  In entitlement is safety from failure.  The protection from not having to take the risk of the journey while being granted a portion of the accomplishment of another.  Ironically, we all want to be the ones with a bit more while in turn we allow the punishment of those who have succeeded. It is good to want, evil to have.

It wasn't that I wanted to have more candy than anyone; I just wanted to enact a plan that few others were willing to in order to accomplish the task at hand knowing the rewards could be plentiful.  Several had the choice, only few opted to actually go for it.  This is hardly “unfair.”  Because the few had the riches of the candy, did not make all entitled to it.  What makes all entitled to it is that all must be willing to embark upon the trek and accept the risks associated with it. Short of that, they are entitled to only what they are willing to effort and risk to obtain.  This is the difference between the progressive desire of equal outcomes versus the American intent of equal opportunity.

No one person has the right to demand otherwise.  It is amazing how hard that is to figure out.  Once upon a time, entitlement meant; “to earn the right to.”  Whatever happened to that?