You remember reading Animal Farm in school, the sheap chanting "Four legs good, two legs bad," as their two cents in any conversation, the kind of person who blindly accepts axioms given to them by anyone with a slightly higher social status but only if it already fits their limited world view. The kind of person who, even though they lack the inteligence to participate in a debate but never the less dominate by being the loudest person in the room. The kind of person who thinks that simply because everyone they know is like them, that they are represent everyone dispite the overwhelming proof that they are only about 12% of the general population, the same percentage of Americans who think that the world is flat and that they've been ubducted by aliens. The kind of person who will call anyone trying to help them a Nazi while themself using violence to try to force their political opinion, often going to terroristic extents. That's a teabagger.
I was walking to the library today when I saw a group of about 10 teabaggers protesting "Obama-care." One of them, a rather old and out of shape man, had a heart attack and one with a cell phone called 911, and talked to a government employee at the dispach who then send out an ambulence from a public, government funded hospital, to pick him up. Walking back that way I stopped and asked one how he was doing. She told me that they had stabalized him and he had been discharged without further treatment because his employer did not provide him with insurance and he wasn't old enough to qualify for medicare.
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