Posted on | January 14, 2013 | 10 Comments
Apparently, this tweet brought me to the attention of some folks on Twitter:
#ThingsLiberalsHate Their inability to replace Jesus Christ with something Progressive.
— Smitty (D-aft) (@smitty_one_each) January 13, 2013
This triggered some fun back’n'forth:
The traditional thumb-wrestling over who owns the definitions culminated in:
.@justfole Splendid work: “A liberal is a person who believes __________” I simply cannot improve upon your masterpiece.
— Smitty (D-aft) (@smitty_one_each) January 14, 2013
Somewhere in the middle of the fracas, I got hit with this:
— Tori Dee (@imtoridee) January 14, 2013
So, Tori seems to think that taxpayer dollars form a tidy, velvet-handcuff sort of entrapment. The Doritos Argument, as I’ll label it until I can find some more generally accepted name for the form, seems to be:
If you’ve eaten Doritos, you cannot go to the gym. The first agent-orange colored, star-destroyer shaped, infernally spiced, unnaturally crunching, finger-and-soul staining encounter with one of these diabolical digestives marks a human eternally. That marked person is precluded from ever prying themselves off the couch, liberating themselves from the torrid stigma of snack food, and burning off a few calories, despite the undeniably healthy consequences.
No, that’s daft. You can manage your caloric input/output ration, and you can continue to think clearly in the face of your government bribing you with the money of the as-yet unborn. As badly as the Progressives want to think they’ve successfully re-created man in the image of sheep, they fail.
Get bent, Tori.