A pier six brawl breaks out in a bar. The bouncers divide the cursing, boozed-up roughians. From behind the safe wall created by the bulging bouncers, the scrawny drunk redneck in the cowboy boots keeps throwing haymakers at his enemy. He is protected from damage, so he swears, spits, kicks and insults bravely.
Today's America is full of scrawny, cursing cowboys.
From the safe haven of their government jobs (military, police, teachers, firefighters, political, government contractors, union tradesmen) they preach to liberals about how they are rugged individuals. Some, Like Cliven Bundy simply scab off the government without working directly for it. With the government as their bouncer protecting them from the dark side of capitalism, they bravely fool themselves about their ass kicking abilities.
It is not hard to find these dillusional Marlboro men. Every other baby boomer or gen-xer falls squarely in this package. My anti-government, anti-union example is a 70-year-old caucasian male cut from the Clint Eastwood cloth. He was born poor. From his first day in kindergarten at a public school (with a free lunch program for the poor) to his final days, he will have fed at the progressive trough.
From ages 5-18, he ate free school lunches; from 18-21 he was in the military feeding on mess hall slop and MRE's; from 22 to 28 he benefited from the GI Bill. Free college education and government subsidies allowed him to pile up empty pizza boxes while in school.
Immediately after graduation, our Charlton Heston think-alike finds work in a teacher's union. Unions propped up by the U.S. government from FDR to Carter (Reagan was the first to assault them). This liberal job kept the refrigerator full for thirty years.
Thanks to the generous pensions provided by the teacher's union, our tea-party tough-guy retired at age 58. Four years later, Social Security (government's crowning socialist achievement) began sending him a monthly check. Three years later, for his birthday, the "Bolsheviks" in Washington gave him Medicare to go along with his cake and ice cream. He now enjoys gelato in his RV while criss-crossing America. This wonderful lifestyle is soon to be in the rearview mirror for generations of future Americans.
And this guy is a staunch conservative. Go Reagan, Bush and Romney.
At his funeral, his gun-toting buddies (a generation of men propped up by big government's New Deal, Great Society legislation or nearly free grazing land from the Bureau of Land Management ) will be munching finger-food at a buffet line, talking about how this great American was a self-made man, while bitching about Obamacare. Between belches they will preach "we gotta get damn big government out of people's lives." They will mumble something about the tree of Liberty needing a good watering while stuffing their faces with government rations.