It’s a common lament of the Right that the Left owns the blogosphere. What most conservatives don’t seem to know it is actually a free mechanism for recruitment for the Democrat Party.

       What follows is a post from Bernard Chumm who says he knows how to do something about it.  VB

                                         Oh, Thou Shiteing Bovine

                                Beating Back the Scat-Armies of the Left

       Like many people of good will, the conversation comes up regularly in my circles about the absence of a respect for truth in the public arena. We all agree that a civilization or culture, much less a democracy, cannot long stand where dishonesty sits at the national table co-equal to truth.
      There are several reasons for this slide in national character, but I’m just a single soldier trying to fight only one of those battles. I’m most interested in the circumstances that have convinced such a large segment of an entire generation to so easily and readily accept and repeat things that are so provably untrue. I think this is a clear and present danger.
      That the Left lies is one thing. Of course it does. That there is such a large (and growing) army out there willing to believe and propagate those lies is quite another.
      The fact that they do so in such shrill and scandalous language, is both instructive and alarming, for much like the 1960s when we saw something similar in the streets rather than from the anonymity of a computer keyboard, people of good will tend to turn and go the other way rather than confront them. This we no longer can afford to do.
      I thought non-confrontation was a mistake then, and I think it is now. It was a mistake then because those people, many now in blue pinstripes and tenured, run our universities and school systems top to bottom. They are also the wreckers who leak CIA secrets and torpedo justice in the Justice Department. They are why we have to get a federal judge to allow fire-fighters to drop chemicals on a forest fire, while firefighters burn to death. And they are why Al Gore is mandatory viewing in some public schools.
     They were some of the brightest minds of a generation, but who turned to the public sector instead of the private…not because of a spirit of service, as most still allow, but because it was the easiest gig in town…no real hard work, no real competition, and plenty of power to be gained. In other words, it’s why people become lawyers rather than doctors or engineers. You can’t BS your way through a Physiology final.
     They are the essence of third generation Liberalism, or Me-ism, i.e., when the state is turned toward the gratification of an elite few rather than the few sacrificing themselves for the benefit of the state (socialism). The Bolsheviks used to call this sort of middle class socialism “fascism” in the 1930s….and this is where socialism, once in power, always takes its leadership.
     This new generation of potty-mouths is similarly disposed, only they are not required to take to the streets, so we can’t draw any comment on their personal hygiene or appearance, or even their education, since everyone has Wikipedia at their disposal. The mainstream Right (I recommend reading Moses Sand’s comments on the failure of the Constitution’s Protectors on this site) has dismissed these “kids” because they are so intellectually vacuous. Just how does one engage them? Well, my team and I found out. How does one win in a venue when there are no referees and no score boards.? We can show you that, too.
     But they can’t be dismissed anymore, for unlike 2000 and 2004, when they were in their teens, they are far more likely to vote now. OK, so how many are there, anyway? No one knows, but assume that in the past twenty years almost half the children raised I this country have been raised at least part of their lives by only their mother. You can almost guess the rest. Mommification has a lot to do with the profile of the Scat Army but so does the fact they were public school educated, where the Me-ists rule. So, in theory, at least, no generation has ever known less, yet been more politically active and more civically responsible. It is the Founders’ worst nightmare, for they will vote in a growing number every cycle. You should be afraid.
     Most scary of all, the raw language and insanity of what they say actually recruits other like-minded witless “children” to their cause. They are the quintessential “useful idiots”, people who are driven by their own appetites, vanities and hate to do just about anything a hidden Game-master wishes them to do. For guys like Soros, MoveOn and Kos, the good news is all they have to be is be there. As long as they are there in full shrill rant, more will come. The anger and screeching attracts them.
      The bad news is that when conservative commentators such as Ann Colter and Laura Ingraham have best-sellers, (our side always tops the charts, just as we do with talk radio) we think we are winning. Best sellers turn into dollars. But “Bush lied!...C**k-S**king, Mother-F**king People died” turns into votes. Who wins? Who loses?
      Moses Sands made some good points about the failure of  conservative Protectors, but the fact remains that ordinary people can go fight these Pornograhiekinder more easily than can Ann Coulter. Besides, she’s busy cashing in on the choir. But it does not require one to get down in the mud and sling feces in order to win. Quite the contrary.
       Over the past several months, with my comrades-in-arms (I’m old, they’re not), we’ve found some interesting things about these armies of Scat-mongers. Profiles, if you will. Left-wing netroots are like a Napoleon cake, multi-layered to suit every taste. There’s a top, a middle and a bottom. There is some argument whether the top is represented by the leadership of the Democrat Party, or the Netroots themselves, financed by global manipulators such as George Soros. In other words, who’s yanking whose chain? My own view is that there is an unseen group inside the party establishment that represents the real coalition between these radicals and the Washington establishment. Most Congress men and women are little more than the rabble we find at the bottom of this cake, useful idiots driven by craven vanities, appetites and an incredible stupidity. But this is no matter, for it is difficult to draw them out into battle as long as they have such a large buffer of cannon fodder at the bottom, which is our near-term target.
       How many “places of battle” are there? Just go to Google and type in any subject. Democracy-in-Iraq, Win the War, Lose the War, Al Gore, abortion, under-water basket weaving, or go to YouTube, MySpace, or the growing number of open-forum humor- video sites such as ebaum or glumbert, showing everything from cats dancing on a turntable to John Stewart clips. If anything political can be made of, it will…and usually in a style and cant that is designed to take the internet-highway and hold it for the mutual congratulatory comments of fellow-travelers. If you are Christian, or love America, you can watch, just don’t comment. “Stay off my f**king Road!”, which you see in every form imaginable when a mere mortal attempts to voice an opinion. Just go away.
     But in our world of light, the same old rules of non-confrontation still seem to apply. Imagine you’re walking down a street and someone down the street is on a soapbox screeching in high dudgeon in a filthy language. The first inclination is to duck and turn down a side street. We’ve been doing this for over forty years now…even as they curse our faith, our family, or deepest most cherished beliefs. Let the cops, or Rush Limbaugh, handle it.
      How I wish we could go back to the days when good manners ruled the highway, and these guys had to hide in alleyways, but we have to play the cards we’ve been dealt. This brood has seized our highway and forced us into the back alleys…only allowing us the self-indulgence of believing we actually still command the street because of our sales at Amazon.com.
      In my Scat Patrol’s little forays into these swamps, we’ve learned they can be fought and beaten back, rather easily in fact, if you keep your eye on the prize, and stick to it for awhile. They can be caused to think twice about their continued association with this Scat-Army, their behavior modified. Properly brought to the surface (engaged) and counter-attacked (we rarely debate) you can make them flinch, then wash their little mouths out with soap…which in most cases, has been long over due.
    But this is not done by persuasion, mind you, or not so you’ll ever know it, as this sort of craven personality never publicly recants, even when confronted with the ugly truth that two plus two actually does equal four. It is done with combat; stinging, hurting “hand-to-hand” combat. We know the secrets of what hurts. Only you don’t have to fall to their level to carry it off. You do have Truth on you side, don’t forget.
     One mission is to make them think twice about taking Truth on, but an equal greater mission is to show that new “watcher” who just logged on that this may not be the circle-jerk he’s looking for. As with most fight over morality, the victory is counted in the silence and no-shows in the next round.
     The grand plan of Game-masters every since the Kremlin began recruiting in London in the 30’s is to use the vanities, paranoia and insecurities of these useful idiots to accomplish some short-term end, then, after many have matured and seen the error of their ways, secure their silence for life. Soviet handlers found this to be case with the British public school boys (Kim Philby’s crowd) in the 1930s, and likewise handlers in the US in the 1960s. Some of the brightest minds in America from that era stand forever mute for they haven’t the courage to stand up and say “I wuz wrong”…making the likes of David Horowitz, or Whittaker Chambers (from an earlier time), all the more important to our ultimate victory over untruth.
     Our job is to throw a cold bucket of intervention in their face before they can be sent out on a really crucial mission. The ‘08 election comes to mind.
     But we need an army, not a patrol….and a game plan.
     Over the next few weeks, with your support, I’ll be posting here, or on a new web-site of our own (if we can raise the money to frame a technically superior one) called “The Shiteing Bovine”, and will be leaving several tips as to how to engage these wee-minded  folk.
     There are all sorts of do’s and don’ts, but it’s a work in progress. I’ll be asking for your input. As there’s as many solutions as there are chess-players out there, and everyone wants to know certain moves, especially as they sense we are there and not going to leave.
     It would be helpful in this cause if there were some coordination, which we’re trying to accomplish with the new website, serving as clearinghouse and an exchange of tactics, as well as a kind of dispatcher to hot spots….especially since most confrontations require a real-time reaction. The Scat armies are very mobile so you have to be as quick as they are. Wait even twelve hours and you’ve missed them. They’re onto the next site.
     Knowing the loonies’ penchant for shrill battle, this will be a fun place just to go watch. I know there are armies of bright minds out there who believe the world cannot long survive Untruth and Evil being given equal footing with Truth and Good.

      By the way, the title comes from a quote from an English farmer in the 1930s to James Herriot in his All Creatures Great and Small  series.

/Bernard Chumm