Not for Ezines
Whom would you rather trust? Someone who is politically correct, or someone who tells it like it is? Your answer will tell me a lot about you. In my experience, passive aggression, xenophobia, and dangerous motives lurk just below the reptilian skin of those who choose not to upset or embarrass anyone. Those who refuse to use words like “loser” are usually the biggest losers I ever met. They slither around, glad-handing, lying, and making promises they never intend to fulfill. Sycophants and toadies are very welcome in political circles, but not in my life.
In his excellent article,
“Is Britain Now the Land of Churchill or Chamberlain?” Doug Patton writes, “The stark contrast of Great Britain’s pre-World War II prime minister, the cowardly Neville Chamberlain, with his successor, the courageous Winston Churchill, has inspired analysis for the past seven decades. Chamberlain’s name has almost become synonymous with capitulation, in much the same way the name Benedict Arnold has become tantamount to betrayal.”
When I watch
Glenn Beck doing his thing on CNN, my spirit soars. At least there are some real men left in this world of liberal wimps that is slowly throwing away western civilization and offering capitalism up on the altar of multiculturalism, environmentalism, collectivism, and blatant cowardice. I have three words for the politically correct, which I borrow from a fresh-faced Tony Blair’s condemnation of John Majors: “Weak, weak, weak.” As my Mom taught me, “Someone who won’t stand for something will fall for anything.” Mr. Beck tells his viewers exactly how he feels without compromise. I trust him.
In today’s world, sixty Canadian border guards desert their posts, resulting in a six hour border delay, because the Americans mentioned that one armed criminal was heading for the border.
And they get away with it! The same grim faced, cocksure people who ask the hard questions tucked their tails between their legs and ran. No problem! “They weren’t armed.” That’s their excuse. No values, no morals, everything is OK except for the truth and freedom. Illegal immigrant drug dealers have more rights than law-abiding, tax-paying entrepreneur citizens. Don’t rock the boat, don’t upset the terrorists, just roll over. We make it easy for the terrorists to recruit suicide bombers– they take one look at the way the west capitulates and bleats and they laugh all the way back to the UN.
I am sick and tired of politically correct people. I do not choose to do business with them. There is a consequence to compromise. I will not tolerate their dishonesty and sabotage. Let us seek out the politically incorrect, in-your-face, abrasive, straight-talking, real people who call a spade a spade. Let’s look for the General Pattons of the world. Let’s be brave enough to tell the truth, to stand up for what we claim to believe in, and to condemn evil. Sure, you’ll upset a few losers, but who cares? You don’t want to do business with them, anyway. We will sleep well with a clear conscience and self-respect, and the hope of a safer future.
Robin J. Elliott www.DollarMakers.com 
