“I support what they do-do”
Bookworm on Oct 25 2011 at 11:40 am | Filed under: Occupy Wall Street
Over at Gateway Pundit, Jim Hoft paired a quotation from Elizabeth Warren, in which she supports OWS (and lays claim to providing the movement’s intellectual foundation) with an iconic picture of a movement at the movement. After you check out Hoft’s post, you’ll understand why I’ve slightly modified Warren’s boastful remarks (emphasis added):
Massachusetts Senate candidate, consumer activist, and Wall Street Enemy #1 Elizabeth Warren took credit for the Occupy Wall Street movement in a new interview with The Daily Beast.
“I created much of the intellectual foundation for what they do-do,” she told Samuel Jacobs. “I support what they do-do.”
All blame for these terrible puns goes to Sadie, who didn’t create them, but who created the intellectual foundation that inspired me. 
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Shibboleth Warren. Gee whiz, Bookworm, use spell check.
Having spoken to a number of the OWS people in Seattle, I have absolutely no difficulty in buying fully into the idea that Warren created much – maybe even all – of their intellectual foundation.
“Post it yes, you did-did. . .” -Yoda
The LEft seems to be less leery of coming out into the open for all to see. Assuming they aren’t willfully ignorant and self-deceiving themselves. Which isn’t all that rare amongst cult members.
There has always been a certain in-your-face element to leftist exhibitionism. “Whee, look at me! I’m wild, and free and beyond your silly bourgeois conventions!”
The fly in the ointment, of course, is that only narcissists (or moral cowards like the press) are taken in by the preening and the posing. The rest of us, the adults, are left wondering why anybody would voluntarily strip away his own dignity.
The rest of us, the adults, are left wondering why anybody would voluntarily strip away his own dignity.
My older son, when he still a toddler of two or three years of age, found great joy and giggles, that he was fully capable of taking off his pants and little jockey shorts and running in and out of the den while my mother was visiting. No doubt my mom and I were entertained for a few minutes of this playful prank that went on one summer. We would have been less than amused if we have seen him streaking across a baseball field as teen and horrified if we saw him morally mooning the world as an adult.