Let’s consider for a moment, your very best efforts to have me fired.
You’ve called me an “ultra-right wing conservative,” who is both “anti-education,” and “science-doubting.” Interestingly, you offer no proof. Odd, for a lover of science. So I challenge you to do so now. Please provide some evidence that I am in fact the person you’ve described. And by evidence, I don’t mean a sentence taken out of context, or a meme that appeared in your newsfeed, or a photo of me standing next to a politician or a talk-show host you don’t like. I mean actual proof of what you claim I am.
Also, please bear in mind that questioning the cost of a college degree does not make me “anti-education.” Questioning the existence of dark-matter does not make me a “dark-matter denier.” And questioning the wisdom of a universal $15 minimum wage doesn’t make me an “ultra-right wing conservative.” As for Morgan Freeman, I agree. He’s a terrific narrator, and a worthy replacement. But remember, Morgan played God on the big screen. Twice. Moreover, he has publicly claimed to be a “believer.” (gasp!) Should this disqualify him from narrating a series that contradicts the Bible at every turn? If not, why not?
Anyway, Rebecca, my beef with your post comes down to this – if you go to my boss and ask her to fire me because you can’t stand the sound of my voice, I get it. Narrators with unpleasant voices should probably look for other work anyway, and if enough people share your view, no hard feelings – I’ll make room for Morgan. But if you’re trying to get me fired simply because you don’t like my worldview, well then, I’m going to fight back. Partly because I like my job, and partly because you’re wrong about your assumptions, but mostly because your tactics typify a toxic blend of laziness and group-think that are all too common today – a hot mess of hashtags and intolerance that deepen the chasm currently dividing our country.
Re-read your own post, and think about your actual position. You’ve publicly asked a network to fire the narrator of a hit show because you might not share his personal beliefs. Don’t you think that’s kind of…extraordinary? Not only are you unwilling to engage with someone you disagree with – you can’t even enjoy a show you claim to love if you suspect the narrator might not share your view of the world! Do you know how insular that makes you sound? How fragile?
I just visited your page, and read your own description of you. It was revealing. It says, “I stand my ground. I fear no one & nothing. I have & will fight for what’s right.”
Maybe I’m missing something, but I don’t think the ground you’re standing on is worth defending. If you truly fear “no one & nothing,” it’s not because you’re brave; it’s because you’re unwilling to expose yourself to ideas that frighten you. And while I can see that you like to fight for what you think is “right” (in this case, getting people fired that you disagree with,) one could easily say the same thing about any other misguided, garden-variety bully.
In other words, Rebecca, I don’t think you give a damn about science. If I’m wrong, prove it.
As you may have guessed, that’s the estimable Mike Rowe eviscerating a nitwit who wrote his bosses demanding he be fired because she doesn’t like political views she assumes he holds. Attempting to destroy a dissident’s ability to make a living—along with camping out on his lawn or porch en masse and screaming threats of violence at him and his family both day and night—has become a standard operational tactic with liberal-fascists, of course, one of the most acutely despicable of their many Gestapo-like transgressions against basic decency and tolerance.
But Rowe isn’t having any of it, and he manages to dispose of the twit not only deftly and completely, but calmly and even politely as well. She responds to him almost right away with the expected libtard incoherence and near-illiteracy, either failing or refusing to meet Mike’s challenge to provide an intelligent argument supporting her specious, spittle-flecked accusations in the typical libtard style we’ve all come to know and loathe.
Mike’s equable, reasoned approach isn’t my style anymore, for better or worse, although as incredible as it may seem it was in the early years of this site. No, I ain’t kidding, I promise. I had a good handful of liberal regulars here, in fact, several of whom I actually liked personally and enjoyed intellectually jousting with. Those debates back then were always civil and respectful, without any of the rancor that we’ve latterly been dragged into.*
But Lefty burned away all my patience a long time ago, and I no longer have the slightest inclination to either debate or attempt to persuade him, preferring instead to flamethrower the flesh off his bones and then scatter a little dirt over the whole smoking ruin just to keep the odor down. But I can respect Rowe for his forbearance and willingness to engage with them just the same. I can’t honestly say I believe there’s any real use in it—which, when I think about it, is kind of depressing. Rowe’s sincere, good-hearted belief in Lefty still retaining some humanity and decency in spite of voluminous evidence to the contrary speaks well indeed of his own basic decency, and probably makes him a better man than I.
Oh yeah, and from her picture she’s every bit the corpulent, grotesque bull-dagger caricature you’d assume, as ugly as she is stupid and vicious—charmless, petty, spiteful, repellently unattractive in every way imaginable. So there, dammit.
*NOTE: If the idea of a reasonable, sane, intelligent liberal seems inconceivable to you (as well it might, given the shrieking brats, violent Marxist extremists, and gibbering pathological headcases we’re inundated with these days), you guys should look up a fellow named Marc Danziger, a serious motorcyclist and staunch 2A guy that I became quite good friends with in the Olden Thymes. He blogged back at the very dawn of the blogosphere under the handle “Armed Liberal.” Sadly, I’ve lost touch with him over the years, but he was a great guy, and I miss him. Don’t know if any of his original writings survive out there, but it’d be nice to think they did, if only as a reminder of a better, more civilized age, now lost forever as our hold on respectful if passionate disagreement loosens and we slowly descend into madness, hatred, and outright physical conflict.