Nomenclature

THERE’S LOTS of name-calling happening in the political sphere these days north of the Rio Bravo.

It’s something I avoid. Name-calling, that is. I avoid it because I am a Southern Boy, and my mama taught me to be nice.

leftYet a friend who votes Democratic — twice for Weepy Barry* —  says I call names. He believes this because I refer to him as collectivist and left-wing.

I intend no disrespect, just clarity of speech.

This is not name-calling. There exists a political divide as everyone knows. On the right side are conservatives, libertarians and the occasional Fascist. On the left are “liberals,” “progressives”** and the occasional Communist.

When I say someone is left-wing, leftist, etc., it is stating that the person in question is to the left of the political divide. I also favor the term collectivist when speaking of leftists.

Collectivist refers to the left’s embrace of collective action to solve problems. One of the primary differences between leftists and rightists is the left’s liking of collective solutions.

Rightists generally dislike collective solutions. We prefer freedom of choice.*** If you want to help someone individually, you do so. If you want to join a collective to solve problems, you are free to do so, but you are not coerced.

Leftists embrace coercive methods to promote collective solutions. Rightists abhor coercion. Obamacare is a classic case of coerced collective action to solve a problem.

rightRightists don’t get riled when called right-wingers or rightists. We embrace it as a badge of honor and clear thinking. We are, with some few exceptions, people who prefer freedom.

I will admit that the far edge of Rightism, like the far edge of Leftism, often embraces tyranny. Tyranny is dreadful, no matter if it’s brought to you by a Hitler or a Stalin.

Leftists don’t like being called leftists, and they often deny the label in spite of crystal-clear evidence that they are.

A few years ago, I accurately referred here to a friend as a left-winger. She quickly emailed to call me an a-hole, but she spelled it out. A-hole is a lovely example of name-calling.

Alas, she is now on comment-moderation status.

A-hole is name-calling. So is jackass, sumbitch, pendejo (Spanish name-calling), well, I could go on. You know true name-calling when you see it.

Leftist and rightist do not fall into the category of name-calling. They are accurate adjectives. Collectivism is the preferred political system of leftists. It is not name-calling either.

Check your Funk & Wagnalls.

And anyone who voted for Weepy Barry, the most leftist president in U.S. history, not once but twice, is clearly a leftist, which is not name-calling. It’s a political preference.

One should embrace one’s preferences, not deny them. In that spirit, I will be categorizing posts here in a new fashion. When they deal with politics, it will clearly state Right-Wing View above the headline. See above.

When it’s dealing with my Mexican world, you will see Mexican Life. If I ever post fiction again — which seems unlikely — you will see Fiction. Anything that does not fall into one of these three categories will be labeled The Odd Pot.

These categories appear just above the post headline.

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* Since Barack Hussein Obama recently shed tears during a speech about gun control, I will henceforth refer to him as Weepy Barry. He continues to embarrass his nation.

** I put these in quote marks because I do not believe they are accurate adjectives for today’s Democrat Party.

*** Yeah, I know. Not where abortion is involved. Rightists are imperfect people, as are all people.

(Note: Some voters claim to be “Independents.” I don’t buy it. In the severely separated political world of today, you cannot be a fence-sitter. Bill O’Reilly says he’s Independent, which is laughably ridiculous.)

Jerk to lunatic

RECENTLY, I  was labeled a jerk by someone who holds political opinions that differ from mine. This type of name-calling has become all too common by extremists of both left and right.

Felipe?
Felipe?

If they disagree with you, instead of trying to point out the error of your ways, or make a sensible argument, they simply call you a name. You’re a jerk, an a-hole or — my most recent badge — a lunatic. It happened on Facebook. A political lunatic is closer to what was actually uttered.

It came from a Facebook friend, a former coworker, a good-looking blonde babe who, like so many in the media, where she once toiled, tilts way over to the left of the political spectrum. She means well but, like countless others in her camp, she is a utopian.

Everything should be equal, and all problems can be rationally solved. Sure, they can.

Let’s turn yet again to the Cambridge Online Dictionary which defines lunatic as a “foolish or crazy person.” I’m not sure I’m on board with the Cambridge definition. Crazy, sure. But foolish? Who considers a foolish person a lunatic? Maybe in Cambridge, England, but not where I come from. Fools are just that, fools.

Instead of maniacal, my political orientation might better be called Rooseveltian. Not Franklin Delano, but Teddy. Speak softly and carry a big stick. That sounds about right to me. And Teddy never advocated high taxes, taking money from the successful for gifts to the unsuccessful. And if a horde of wetbacks started rushing over the southern border, Teddy would have led a military expedition personally to plug the hole.

Teddy would never have praised Mohammedans, and if Israel had existed in his day, he would have sided with the Jews because Jews are closer to Christianity than to Islam. Teddy was no multiculturalist and would have scoffed at the glories of diversity, the new national religion to which we must all bow.

Teddy knew right from wrong. And Teddy made judgments.

He was no lunatic. If you’d called him one, you’d probably have received a punch in the nose.