Posted by
The Fabulous Boyce Brothers on Saturday, March 01, 2008 12:06:52 PM
hate is a strong word so I rarely use it in conjunction with my personal feelings but, right now, Hate isn't a strong enough word for how I feel about Berkeley. Abraham would have stood a better chance of finding ten righteous men in the cities of Sodom and Gommorrah than anyone today would have finding even one moderately conservative person in Berkeley.
I have often felt like there is a phenomenon in our country wherein people who are, by nature, unblanced and generally dissatisfied with life flit from location to location...ever drifting westard until they end up in California and they can go no further west unless they can afford plane fare to Hawaii. And so they congregate and stay in that place. In a way, I suppose we should be grateful. Plumbers are forced to put traps in lines to keep undersireable elements out of a system. In a sense, California in general and Berkeley in particular has become the hair/grease trap of our country. For the most part, I would be content to let them live out their lives in idyllic, delusional, self-importance. But this latest stunt they have pulled really toasts my cheese. Not content with having the right to say anything stupid or idiotic that comes from their feeble brains, they have to attack the very people that guarantee those rights. The Marines are under attack in the city of Berkley. It seems that they don't want to be reminded that their hippie heaven only exists because we have a strong military. So I think they should be reminded.....daily.
This is what I propose. We should start a fund wherein anyone that wants to join the Marine Corps, be given a plane ticket to California so they can join from the Berekley Marine Recruiting station. We will inundate the City of Berkeley with lines of clean-shaven young men all eagerly waiting to join the Marine Corps.
At first I felt that asking God to curse Berkeley with a plague of festering boils would be sufficient but, after seeing the videos of the numerous pimple-faced punks with banners and bullhorns protesting outside the recruiting station, I realized that a plague of festering boils in Berkeley would largely go unnoticed.
I like my second option best.