Liberals would have you believe that they stand for tolerance of human differences, fair-mindedness, compassion toward the less fortunate, and the protection of the weak and helpless from predation. No doubt some do.
Michelle Malkin draws a great deal of heavy fire because she's forthright about her convictions. No matter how strongly one might disagree with them, one cannot doubt that she's sincere and candid. But because she's a woman of South Asian heritage, those who cannot argue rationally with her, and who cannot stand to hear her speak her mind, will use all the old weapons against her: hurtful sexual comments, racial slurs and miscellaneous denigrations. It's the purest, most brutal distillate of leftist racism, the original collectivist liquor that intoxicated Marx and Engels and continues to fuel the promotion of group identity everywhere.
If Atrios (Duncan Black) and his devotees are representatives of liberalism, those who really believe in all that good stuff above should think hard about adopting another moniker.
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