Little Ears

As a parent, you usually find out the hard way that your toddler will repeat whatever words (especially the vulgar and insensitive ones) they hear. You know, the words you say when you’re driving. Or the words you might use to describe a cranky neighbor when on the phone with your best pal. Or highly illustrative words pertaining to relatives or body parts. The little darlings will usually blurt them out at the most inopportune time, to the shock and embarrassment of polite company. One of my favorites (that can be REPEATED) comes from a co-worker from long ago in my career, who came in one Monday to tell us this story:

He & his family were taking his (Baptist) pastor to Sunday dinner. The pastor was riding in the car with them. As they drove past a billboard advertising a certain brand of beer, his 4 year old daughter said “Look Daddy – that’s your favorite beer.” Beaming at the pastor, she knew she’d done such a wonderful thing letting him know a fun and interesting fact about their family. Needless to say, lunch was interesting.

That’s where the code phrase “Little Ears” came from in my family. In other words, watch what you say, or the adorable little sponge will parrot it back when you least expect to hear it.

So imagine the surprise of the liberals, the Democrats, the MSM (UPDATE: these are what Gagdad Bob refers to as “three varieties of idiot“) when the Boobsey Twins parrot the same hateful venom that they themselves have spewed for years toward the President, conservatives, Republicans and any other group they could think of. The Anchoress, as usual, nails this one.

But maybe some on the left finally understand that while they’ve been having fun and laughing while calling President Bush every manner of ugly name and insult, dangerous people have been watching. And they have made a calculation: We can disrespect Bush and America will laugh with us. Bush is weak. America is once again the appeasing “weak horse” it was throughout the 1990’s and even before…when we could attack anything and be accountable to no one.

I’m sure Hugo, once he left the guffawing chamber of hyenas at the UN, was shocked to discover that most Americans were not laughing, that even some Democrats were not.

And I’m sure some Democrats were shocked to see just how ugly their words sounded, when coming out of the mouth of someone else, someone with “no right,” to spew hate for political expediency.

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But if Bush is being disrespected, then the Democrats need to look to themselves and their actions and understand how complicit they have been in encouraging it. Dems like Charlie Rangel, who called President Bush “Bull Connor,” knowing full well how wrong, inaccurate, unfair and inflammatory that was, or like the idiots who called Bush “a genocidal racist” after Hurricane Katrina, or like the party (and the press) who spent years telling America about Saddam’s Weapons of Mass Destruction only to later pretend they never said such things, and to pretend further that somehow Bush’s believing the same things they believed…made him a liar.

The Democrats alleged something that disingenuous – that what they believed was true was suddenly not only false but one man’s lie – and the press let them do it.

The press repeated it, ad nauseum, and the press and the Dems promoted films with that message, and books, until that damnable, transparent and nonsensical lie was repeated enough…because everyone knows that if you tell a big lie enough, it becomes “the truth.”

If tinpot tyrants and madmen now come to the United Nations and believe they can say anything they wish about The American President, it is because – as some of us have been warning, for some time – while all manner or irresponsible nonsense and hate has been directed at this president…the world has been watching.

Hmmmmm, the world was watching. Like little tykes in car-seats, learning all manner of vocabulary and gestures.

Like I said yesterday, stories about the decent, hard-working Americans just don’t sell. Maybe if the world had seen and heard more of THOSE types of stories, they wouldn’t be so anxious to wake the sleeping giant.

UPDATED: Peggy Noonan ponders a different kind of global warming. The one fueled by rhetoric.

Harsh words inspire the unstable.

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