Unhinged: Exposing Liberals Gone Wild

Table of Contents

Title Page

Dedication

Introduction

CHAPTER ONE - Stark Raving Lunatics

Profane Thoughts

Don’t Get Well Soon

Taking it to the Grave

CHAPTER TWO - The Party of Paranoia

The Democrats’ Tinfoil Hat Club

Karl Rove did it!

Do you Feel a Draft?

Attack of the Mother Machines

CHAPTER THREE - When Angry Democrats Attack

Fight Club

Violence against Women

Vandals and Thieves and Slashers, oh my!

Post-election Rage

CHAPTER FOUR - They Don’t Support Our Troops

The Yellow Ribbon Peril

Baby killer! Murderer! Liar!

War and Peace Thugs

[Y]ou think you’re such a great, goddamn hero

Screw them

More Antiwar Antics

Media vs. Military

The War on Military Recruiters

CHAPTER FIVE - Campus Moonbats on Parade

The Nuttiest Professor

Tenured Radicals gone Wild!

Tawana Brawley goes to College

CHAPTER SIX - You Are One Sick Gook.

Hating Condi

The party of Senator Robert KKK Byrd

Bashing Jesusland

The Anti-Life Brigade

CHAPTER SEVEN - The Hollywood Walk of Hate

Foaming at the Mouth

Land of the Lost

Rappers be Hatin’

Chicken Little Chic

Attacks from Abroad

Post-election Trauma

CHAPTER EIGHT - Assassination Fascination

The Art of the Death Wish

Reading Between the Lines

Bush in the Crosshairs

AFTERWORD

Acknowledgments

NOTES

INDEX

Copyright Page

For J.D. and V.V., who keep me sane

INTRODUCTION

Liberals on the Couch

What makes unhinged liberals tick—and why are they so ticked off?

They’re mad about losing the past two presidential elections. They’re mad about losing the mainstream monopoly on how news and information are disseminated in the 21st century. They’re mad about minority conservatives in the Republican Party. They’re mad about patriotism, capitalism, and the War on Terrorism.

And they’re bleeping mad about being called mad. (Just ask Anger Management Poster Boy, Howard Dean.)

If ideologically biased members of the American Psychological Association weren’t so desperately preoccupied with proving that we conservatives are crazy,¹ they would find a gold mine of research material waiting in the Bush-bashing enclaves of the anti-war movement, academia, and the Democrat leadership. I am not a licensed medical professional, but after compiling case study after case study, I do know this:

The American Left is unwell.

I know this from both professional and personal experience—and I’m not just talking about the time MSNBC caveman Chris Matthews frothed at the mouth and kicked me off his train wreck of a show because I dared to defend the Swift Boat Veterans.² Every day, my mailbox teems with seething, spiteful, and incoherent rants from left-wing crackpots who make Matthews look like a Zen master on Morphine. Granted, some of the correspondents are probably half-baked homeless people logging in from taxpayer-subsidized Internet accounts in San Francisco and Berkeley. But many are supposedly respectable students, homemakers, legal secretaries, and retirees whose hatred of President Bush and the conservative media has driven them over the edge.

How is it, you may wonder, that a reasonable Democrat mutates from quietly sporting a faded Gore-Lieberman bumper sticker on his Volvo, to bellowing across the dinner table about yellowcake (uranium, not Duncan Hines), to e-mailing profanity-laced screeds decrying Chimpy McHitlerburton!

How is it that you can take a seemingly normal person, add a dash of left-wing sanctimony, and voila, create an instant lunatic?

Many private citizens are emboldened by the shields of presumed anonymity and invincibility bestowed by the Internet. And many Democrat officials are bolstered by the smug knowledge that their sympathizers in the mainstream media will not hold them accountable for their actions. Liberal racists, for example, who insist that Hispanics, blacks, and other minorities betray their skin color if they don’t embrace liberalism, almost always get a pass.

Like the hideous creature in the movie Alien, gestating in the stomach of a seemingly benign human host, the unhinged liberal feeds off the illusion of normalcy until he can no longer tolerate his artificial confines. This book is a forensic examination of the extraterrestrial creature exploding from the Democrat Party’s gut. Like any good horror movie, it’s scary and silly at the same time. You cover your eyes, but you can’t help gawking through the cracks between your fingers at the nightmarish scenes of haywire leftists on the loose.

Actually, the unhinged liberal phenomenon isn’t entirely novel. The Left’s hatred of President Bush today is not all that different from its hatred of President Reagan a quarter-century ago (although Helen Thomas was somehow able to keep her anti-Republican suicidal thoughts³ to herself during the 1980s). And just as there are tinfoil-hat-wearers today who claim that President Bush engineered the September 11th terrorist attacks, there were crackpots two decades ago who asserted that AIDS was cooked up by government scientists.

What is new is how readily these crazy ideas are now accepted by the highest echelons of the Democrat Party and liberal establishment. And with the advent of the Internet as an engine for political activism, the radical left’s attack dog politics have only been accelerated in momentum and maximized in volume. The scariest part is, these Internet crazies aren’t just riding along in the Democrat bus—they’re driving it.

Dems Gone Loco

You could see this clearly in the aftermath of the 2004 presidential election, when Democrats needed their heads examined.

Literally.

Waves of acute anxiety, depression, helplessness, grief, and denial spread from Hollywood to Manhattan. A few days after the election, Renana Brooks, a Washington, D.C., clinical psychologist (and Bush critic), told the Los Angeles Times: People are in absolute post-traumatic stress and total despair and pretty much believe American society is permanently destroyed. That’s what I’ve been hearing all day... It looks to me like a worse trauma than 9/11.⁴

Democrat Tony Sears broke down in an interview with the Los Angeles Times: ‘I felt,’ he said, his voice cracking, ‘like someone had died.’⁵

Countless blue-staters wallowed in victimhood as never before—and sympathetic psychologists (many of whom confessed to being miserable Democrats themselves) pounced. The Boca Raton branch of the American Health Association was quick to capitalize on the Democratic pity party and coined a new term for liberal dyspepsia: Post-Election Selection Trauma (or PEST).

According to the AHA, PEST symptoms include:

• feelings of withdrawal,

• feelings of isolation,

• emotional anger and bitterness,

• loss of appetite,

• sleeplessness,

• nightmares,

• pervasive moodiness, including endless sulking, and

• excessive worries about the direction of the country.⁶

The medical professionals might have added complete loss of perspective and common sense to the list. But to addled liberals on the couch, the nausea of election-induced sickness was no joke.

Mike McClure of Fort Worth, Texas, became physically sick. The day after the election, he told the Fort Worth Star Telegram, I had a stomachache . . . It’s more than mental—it’s a physical drag on me.⁷

On a website dedicated to bashing the Fox News Channel, poster Jim B. fumed: I need to see a shrink. I am losing it. I quit my job, a job I love and a boss to die for. I broke down after giving notice. I am crying almost every day. I can’t snap out of it. There are deep, dark thoughts in my head.⁸

Manhattan psychoanalyst Sherman Pheiffer told the Associated Press: My patients were incredulous, depressed, angry, very frightened . . . Everyone talked about feeling frightened [about] the future of this country.⁹ In Pennsylvania, Elizabeth Marshall, a volunteer at the Centre County Democrat headquarters, reported that people there exhibited bereavement, almost. People feel that something they had, which was hope for imminent change, has been taken from them.¹⁰

In Madison, Wisconsin, area therapists were flooded with patients suffering from post-election depression, according to the Capital Times. Psychologist Suzanne Drennan was overwhelmed by the demand for counseling services and expressed shock at the number of people affected by the Democrats’ loss. I’ve never had an experience like this before. Never. Never. Never, she told the Capital Times. Temporarily forgetting the admonition, Physician, heal thyself, psychologist Roger Garms told the newspaper he shared his patients’ pain: I’m too depressed myself to speak about it.¹¹

Heartbroken in Des Moines

Karen Emmerson, a 20-year-old University of Iowa student, president of the College Democrats, and campaign volunteer for the John Kerry presidential campaign, was heartbroken. She told the Des Moines Register that after the election, she sat in her U of I bedroom for hours, dressed in a bathrobe and wearing a towel on her head. She clutched her stuffed donkey, watched Kerry deliver his concession speech on television, and then flipped to the soap operas instead of watching the relentless news coverage. ‘It was crushing. I couldn’t focus on anything,’ Emmerson said. ‘I lost my appetite for a few days.’¹²

Sharon Malheiro, president of the Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, and Transgender Community Center in Des Moines, suffered even greater PEST paralysis: I couldn’t work.¹³ Somehow, Iowa’s economy survived.

In Florida, during counseling, one Democrat moaned: I haven’t been able to sleep since this whole election.¹⁴ Palm Beach County psychotherapist Douglas Schooler treated Kerry supporters using intense hypnotherapy. His patients were threatening to leave the country or staring listlessly into space. They were emotionally paralyzed, shocked, and devastated. Schooler balked at the suggestion that the illness was hype. The problem is out there, and it’s not going to go away anytime soon, he told the Boca Raton News. Conservatives are calling me to say these people are weak-kneed kooks, but they’re not acknowledging that this is a normal psychological response to a severe and disillusioning situation.¹⁵

Normal?

Any suggestion that this is not a serious problem arises from a political agenda, Schooler huffed. The Republicans don’t want this talked about.¹⁶

Ah, another Republican cover-up! But wait—why would conservatives want to cover up liberals’ admitted inability to deal with reality?

The Democratic mental health crisis was so severe that writer Gene Stone rushed to print his Bush Survival Bible—not only to help others afflicted with post-election trauma, but himself as well. I was so bummed out by the election, he told United Press International, so I thought that all that anxiety, depression—all those negative emotions I felt—I thought, hey I’ve got a channel to do something about it.¹⁷ Stone helpfully refers stressed-out readers to Mark Liponis, M.D., who writes on how to fight panic and monitor blood pressure.¹⁸ The book also provides suffering liberals tips to maintain your sanity, five antidepressants to consider, nine prayers to get you through the nights, and seven countries to move to.¹⁹

Showing classic symptoms of feelings of withdrawal, thousands of PEST-y Democrats seriously considered abandoning the country altogether. The left-leaning online magazine Slate posted a how-to immigration guide for people looking to cross the northern border.²⁰ Another lefty publication, Harper’s, offered a reader’s guide to expatriating for disgruntled Democrats looking to renounce their citizenship.²¹ In the week after the election, Canada’s Ministry of Immigration and Citizenship noted a record-shattering spike in visits to its website, most of them via American internet service providers.²² A hard-core Democrat volunteer, Maia Fourmyle, told the New York Sun she would be moving to Guatemala or Spain as soon as her lease was up. I can’t be part of a country that would elect such an ass, Fourmyle seethed.²³

Exhibiting similar classic PEST symptoms of emotional anger and bitterness, Lancaster, Pennsylvania, Democrat city councilman Nelson Polite (yes, that’s his name, ironically enough) lashed out at a Bush-supporting baker who had photos of the winning president hanging at his little farmers’ market stand.

The baker, David Stoltzfus, displayed the picture next to photos of his grandchildren. It was too much for Polite to bear. According to Stoltzfus, Polite admonished him for featuring the offensive pictures and told the baker that Democrats were mad about it. Recounted Stoltzfus: He then informed me that the picture must come down, or he will take his request to higher authority. ‘One way or another,’ he said, ‘That picture will come down.’²⁴

When Stoltzfus refused, Polite threatened to enact a city ordinance banning all political material from public places (the market is on city property). Bush didn’t win here [in Lancaster City]. It is like rubbing salt on a wound, the Democrat councilman fumed.²⁵ After a national uproar, Polite backed off his demand but refused to apologize. This country is angry, he told the city council. This community is angry. We need to do something about it.²⁶ Like banning pictures of the President of the United States? It must be another impulse of the liberals’ Post-Election Selection Trauma.

Liberals to the World: Sorry!

Embodying the classic PEST symptom of pervasive moodiness, including endless skulking, James Zetlen, a junior at the University of Southern California, helped left-wingers cope by creating a post-election website too goofy to parody. On "sorryeverybody.com, Zetlen posted photos of forlorn and angry Democrats apologizing to the world for the re-election of President Bush. Zetlen’s own photo showed him holding a notebook page with a sketch of the globe and the words Sorry World (we tried)—Half of America." By mid-November 2004, Zetlen had received 15,000 photo submissions and more than 50 million hits.²⁷

One apologist gripped his head in his hands, his mouth covered with duct tape sporting the word SORRY in black marker.²⁸ Another photo showed a woman in total meltdown, her hands covering her face.²⁹ Cathryn in Arizona posted a distorted image of herself with the message: I’m SO bent out of shape over this! Sorry, World.³⁰ One angry apologist with issues held up a sign reading: DEAR WORLD, I ALSO HATE THAT MONKEY-EARED, WAR-MONGERING, TEXAN JACK-HOLE. I’M SO SORRY. SO SORRY. LOVE OHIO.³¹ Zetlen marketed this bizarre form of photo-therapy through t-shirts, a book, and a CD collection of swell protest songs to soothe tortured Democrat souls. A year after the election, the site continues to receive and post new submissions from grieving Bush-haters in America and around the world.

What a truly sorry lot.

Sadly, they aren’t alone. If tummy aches, crankiness, and Internet sob story collections were the end of it, we might be able to laugh off these losers. But there is a dark and dangerous side to their behavior that cannot be dismissed as harmless eccentricity.

Losing It

This book is not about liberals being liberal. It is about Liberals who’ve lost their grip on sanity and reality.

The traits that distinguish today’s unhinged Left are the pervasiveness of its pathologies, the intensity of its hatred, and the sanctimony of its self-delusion. From the grass roots to the top suits, Democrats have abandoned arguments in favor of ad hominem attacks and conspiracy theories. They now routinely indulge extremism, rampant campaign vandalism, and assassination fantasies. The holier-than-thou Left has become the crazier-than-thou Left, and needs to be exposed—for its own good. By holding up a mirror to the flipped-out face of the metaphorical donkey, we can help Democrats better understand themselves, and try to figure out how the party that once was home for Adlai Stevenson, John F. Kennedy, and Daniel Patrick Moynihan became the party of Michael Moore, Al Franken, and Howard Dean.

The greatness of liberal tolerance and compassion, perhaps always more myth than reality, has been exchanged in favor of leftist vitriol and political mania. You know the portrait of today’s leftists is a picture of the absurd when anti-military activists are driven mad by the mere sight of yellow ribbons; when award-winning liberal newspaper cartoonists pen racist attacks on minority conservatives; and when top Democratic leaders celebrate conspiracy-mongering Bush-haters.

This book provides an unflinching and uncensored look at the Left’s foul-mouthed bigots in Hollywood, its pie-throwing lunatics on college campuses, and the fetid swamps of the liberal blogosphere. Together, we’ll examine the Left’s berserk record of attacks on Republican women, people of faith, troops, and veterans.

And while the Left’s knee-jerk response to these stories will doubtlessly be to trot out well-worn examples of unseemly behavior on the Right—Dick Cheney swearing, or mean-spirited conservatives’ Internet jibes about Democrats—the truth is that it’s conservatives themselves who blow the whistle on their bad boys and go after real extremism on their side of the aisle. Though no one in the mainstream media depicts the GOP as the party of peace, tranquility, and civility—preferring to cast those of us on the Right as angry, destructive, bigoted, and off the rails—it is, in fact, the Left that now embodies that unhinged caricature.

If the mainstream media devoted equal time and outrage to unhinged liberals, there would be no need for this book. But witness the disproportionate attention that objective reporters paid to Pat Robertson, who called for the assassination of Venezuelan dictator Hugo Chavez on his Christian Broadcasting Network program, The 700 Club. Cable news programs gave the story wall-to-wall coverage. Every network morning show featured Robertson’s remarks. In the mere five days between August 23-28, 2005, the New York Times ran eight news and opinion articles mentioning the incident, including an inflamed editorial criticizing the Bush administration for not condemning Robertson to the newspaper’s satisfaction. [C]ommon decency, not to mention a rational sense of the national interest, demands condemnation of his remarks, the editorial raged.³²

When a liberal makes far more reckless suggestions about assassinating our own leader, however, the New York Times loses its commitment to common decency and rational sense of the national interest. The editorial board had nothing to say when left-wing radio talk show host Randi Rhodes of Air America recklessly advocated the assassination of President Bush—not once, but twice. Indeed, we’ll see that anti-Bush assassination chic is all the rage among unhinged elites in media and literary circles.

Why that Muttering Street Person is Probably a Liberal

After a close study of these creatures in their native habitats, it’s clear that being unhinged isn’t an exception for today’s liberals—it’s the norm.

It’s now conventional wisdom that Bush v. Gore was a coup; electronic voting, implemented in response to the Florida 2000 election debacle, is a tool for electoral fraud; Ohio was stolen in 2004; Iraq was invaded for its oil; the bin Laden family and the Bush family are in cahoots. Belief in the conspiracy theorizing of modern Democrats has one prerequisite: the total denial of reality.

The Democrats even officially embraced one of the looniest of the loonies—and a bona fide loser to boot—in Howard Dean, the newest Chairman of the Democratic National Committee. In tribal Africa, the man who brings bad fortune and shame is shunned from the village. Democrats make him their leader.

Where conspiracy theories and Nazi comparisons were once found only at wacko rallies and amongst the muttering class, they’ve now become par for the course for leaders and elected officials. The Democrats have taken the Rorschach test to uncharted territory: in every picture of George W. Bush, they see Hitler. And in every closet, they see Karl Rove.

The average unhinged Democrat today is the man who stubs his toe getting out of bed, cuts himself shaving, arrives late to work, finds no coffee left in the break room, and blames Bush’s war in Iraq.

As I finished the first draft of this book, an iota of uncertainty lingered in my mind: Maybe, just maybe, I’m being unfair. And then, on cue, along came anti-war zealot Cindy Sheehan and her unhinged minions to remove any doubt in my mind that the