I am outing somebody today on Daily Kos. Not merely somebody, but all of them, the whole cabal.
Sunday is a day for redemption, a chance to stand up in the light of day, and be known finally for who, and what, you are.
I am a liberal. There, I said it. I've lived quietly as a liberal since my teens, when those first yearnings tumbled out into my adolescent mind and I knew that I was different from my friends.
I remember that day, at Joe Taylor's used car lot, my buddies slobbering about this Mustang and that Trans Am, fantasizing racing stripes, blowers, speedways, cops a-chasing, and it . . . well, it left me cold. God help me, all I wanted was a bicycle. Burning fossil fuel just felt so wrong.
Anyway, I was shopping at the health food store yesterday, when suddenly I became aware that everyone there was like me. And no it wasn't just lib-dar. A private language exists among liberals, a patois not unlike the cockney thieves cant in the east end of London . A code that we liberals recognize each other by, that we use to hide our true natures from real America.
And today I am going to unlock that code to the world.
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