Often — and for reasons I can’t fathom — from out of state Democrat Congresspeople.
Same reason I do, probably. People who don’t like what I have to say sign me up for mailing lists they think will piss me off. Instead, just as with you, they often fuel blog posts, making my life that much easier.
Like you do here (Jeff’s reply to the Democrat tool who sent him the email):
What is surprising is that you would suggest in some way that, as a representative of the party who is working — purposely — to destroy the middle class and create a kind of new feudal age, you give a shit about working people. Because it’s clear that you don’t.
Instead, what you care about are buzzwords and propaganda, bromides and bullshit. The gap between the rich and poor is not a static thing, nor is it an indicator of relative poverty. By consistently re-defining our poor to mean what in other countries would be better described as “affluent,” you are able to promote this notion that homogeneity is superior to the results of liberty, that there is a finite amount of wealth, and that the richest among us are somehow “hoarding it” unfairly.
But as Margaret Thatcher so famously reminded one of her colleagues who pushed this same argument, people like you would rather see everyone more poor than everyone more rich, so long as the disparity between the two terms was brought more into line with what you think should be the ratio.
It is that that is amoral and un-American — and unlike you, I don’t use that phrase as a bit of emotional blackmail. Instead, I use it very precisely to mean it goes against the very notions of liberty upon which this country was founded. You cannot have liberty and radical egalitarianism. And no one who reads your missive — at least, none of us on the thinking side of the political spectrum — believe for even one moment that you would yourself be content to live under the kind of wealth redistribution schemes you’d demand of the “masses.”
Biff. And a Bam. And a Pow.
And just think: This bootlicking lefty tool gave you that launchpad for free – on his dime, even. Now, I call that generosity.