Confessions of a Liberal Mind

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Liberalism had its genesis during the Age of Enlightenment in Europe, and was originally conceived by the philosopher John Locke, as a philosophical tradition. Since its inception, its roots encompassed civil and political liberties, the rule of law with the consent of the governed, the free market, freedom of religion, speech, the press, and tolerance of the ideas and beliefs of others. So, what happened?

Over the last two centuries liberalism has lost direction in America and with the advent of the civil rights movement and sexual revolution of the 1960’s, has gone through a metamorphosis, not as does the caterpillar into a beautiful butterfly, but just the reverse only the end result is a slug existing in a bastion of moral corruption and intolerance. Democrats have embraced liberalism in its present form, and in most cases, wherever it is implemented disaster follows.

Since the turn of the last century, another aspect of liberalism has reared its ugly head, specifically the presidential election of 2001 which resulted in tremendous controversy and dissension. The new president, George Walker Bush, from the moment he took the oath of office was destined to become a target of vicious liberal hatred and vituperation that became known among some psychologists as “Bush Derangement Syndrome”. To this day, the former president must still bear the brunt of insult, mockery, and even blame for the problems we face today and the current state of unrest.

Recently I had a discussion with several acquaintances of the liberal persuasion. As you might think, the accusations and criticisms flowed like a raging river. As you’re aware it does require liberals in number to debate a lone conservative. And so with patience and forethought, aside from differences on issues and policies of the political parties, I attempted to instruct these confused and delusional acolytes of how modern liberalism has been corrupted and has defiled the original intent of this once noble effort. They became incensed and accused me of being a right wing alt-right extremist.

Tempers flared, but soon cooled down. The discussion then took on another face, one of personal insult, as they began to amuse themselves by denigrating and casting aspersions toward a number of conservatives and republicans. As you might have thought, Mr. Trump and the former president, among others, were vying for the top of their list, but they held most of their ribaldry for the one person who in their small narrow minds far surpassed any of the others, yes Sarah Palin.

The former governor is often in the spotlight and has so enraged liberals and these troubled pitiful souls that I sat and listened while shaking my head in disbelief. Soon I held up a hand and said stop, enough, “you have described this lady and have employed every vile and vituperative reference out of the dictionary. If I didn’t know any better, I would tend to think each of you have a deep seated craving for Mrs. Palin and realize your desires will never be fulfilled. She is a beautiful woman, and so like scorned unrequited lovers, hate has replaced understanding and common sense and has infected your psyches”. They appeared dumbstruck and admonished me for such an outrageous analysis, even though I was only being jocular, teasing them, but in reality could I have hit a nerve, no I thought to myself.

Soon after I arrived home that night, the phone rang; it was one of the liberal acolytes. Amazingly, without admitting it outright, he hinted that what I had said had some truth in it. He went on to explain how from the very outset when Governor Palin appeared that August night in 2008 at the republican convention, and brought the house down and captivated America, many among his peers were smitten. This time I was dumbstruck, and after we said our goodbyes and I retired for the night as I my head hit the pillow, it came to me. I began constructing in my mind something that might best describe a liberal’s dilemma.

CONFESSION OF A LIBERAL

I thought I had all the answers and was confident and sure,                                                                                                                                      

and felt my place among the liberal elite                                                                                                                  

was certain and secure.                                                                                                                                            

  But sometimes life can fool you,                                                                                                                                

and place obstacles in our path,                                                                                                                              

  and if you’re not careful and vigilant,                                                                                                                      

you will one day feel its wrath.

I am a liberal, good, tried and true,                                                                                                                          

and loathe conservatives always looking for a fight,                                                                                      

their ignorant, intolerant, self righteous brutes,                                                                                                    

whereas I am always in the right.                                                                                                                            

But one day my liberalism was tested ,                                                                                                                

    I succumbed and sadly fell,                                                                                                                                        

caught off guard and starry-eyed                                                                                                                            

I was captured and under her spell.

I never would have thought it could happen to me me,                                                                                        

a true believer in the lefts vital cause,                                                                                                                    

  I accepted the program and marched to the tune,                                                                                              

  with all its confusion, misery, and flaws.                                                                                                                  

But It all began to crumble several years ago                                                                                                      

  hope and change was in its glory,                                                                                                                              

it was a hot summer night, in August 08,                                                                                                                

and this is when began my story.

The first time I ever saw her,                                                                                                                                    

I was captivated and charmed,
but then she spoke and soon thereafter,                                                                                                                  

I became anxious and alarmed.                                                                                                                                

But I was not honest with myself,                                                                                                                            

liberal intolerance sealed my fate,
and weakness fed my folly,                                                                                                                                        

and ignorance my hate.
She was cherry folksy and spirited,                                                                                                                        

qualities you rarely find,
and I just couldn’t forget and shake her,                                                                                                                  

and get her out of mind.                                                                                                                                              

Each night I lay with my sinful thoughts,                                                                                                                

in a cold and empty bed,                                                                                                                                            

I’d see her gentle countenance,                                                                                                                                

she just smiled and shook her head.

I could hear her voice whisper in my mind,                                                                                                            

“no, no  is not to be,                                                                                                                                                   

no whinny frightened little liberal,                                                                                                                          

could ever handle me.                                                                                                                                                

So sorry to disappoint you,                                                                                                                                      

I’m not perfect and do make mistakes,                                                                                                                  

but it’s just that you liberals lack true grit,                                                                                                            

and you just don’t have what it takes”.

I have become obsessed and filled with anger,                                                                                                      

when I see her face, and hear her voice,                                                                                                                  

I attack and respond with bitterness,                                                                                                                      

weak and frustrated, I have no choice. choice.                                                                                                        

She has invaded my entire existence,                                                                                                                      

she’s upset my plans and schemes,
and finally to my utter horror and shame,                                                                                                              

to this day she haunts my dreams.

 

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BOB PASCARELLA

> Authored book, "Short Stories in Verse" > Wrote booklet on Civics for NYC schools > Have written articles for local newspaper > have poetry included in American Poetry Society volumes

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