Life After I Quit Being a Liberal
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My life of freedom begins first thing in the morning, by wasting water during my morning toilette. (Note to self: only liberal weenies use French words.) Wasting water? Have you seen how much it’s been raining this summer? There’s no danger of running low on water; there’s plenty more where that came from.
After I pee, I flush the toilet a second time, to make sure everything went down. I don’t trust these low-flow toilets our fascist government made us install. I let the water run in the sink while I’m brushing my teeth. I take an extra long shower, letting the flowing water wash away any lingering knee-jerk tendencies, cleansing my soul with freedom.
When I get dressed, I no longer fret about where my clothes were made and by whom. Produced by Asian and Latin-American sweatshops? Who cares! They fit my waist and they fit my budget.
I go downstairs and pour my morning cuppa joe. Does the coffee importer use fair-trade practices? Hell, I don’t care if the beans were picked by Colombian peons held at gunpoint by members of a Cali cartel. Gotta have my morning caffeine, and I don’t care where it comes from.
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http://open.salon.com/blog/cranky_cuss/2011/08/17/life_after_i_quit_being_a_liberal