Pretty much CRC logic. Remember "kill them all, god will know his own".
From the year 1209. You're right up to date, bodecea. Any more wisdom from you?
A few years ago, your malicious nonsense was prattled nonstop. My librarian blathered it and this was the outcome of her serial lies:
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At the local library, I was talking to the librarian one day about something I can't even recall. I must have mentioned that I was a conservative, because that was when the books hit the fan. The librarian, in a fit of extremist pique, practically spat at me, "You conservatives just want to kill everyone and let God sort it out."
It was a common fabrication she repeated, so common that some citizen I never met before had responded to me in a local newspaper with that very same contemporary liberal talking point.
She was as emphatic as she was clear. I just had one question of her. "Can you name one prominent conservative who ever said such a thing as you just said - 'kill everyone, and let God sort it out'?"
Evidently in the company she usually keeps, such comments are instantly accepted as absolute fact. She practically stuttered out her second lie, "I didn't say 'kill'." This second lie was intended to extricate her from her first lie, that conservatives "want to kill everyone." It didn't work. [Trying to cover up one lie with another, and then another, is what liars do.]
"Oh but you did," I replied. "I heard you very clearly."
Two lies down, only two more to go. "Well what about the Crusades?" she ventured out with lie number three, after her first two failed.
I quashed lie number three: "The Crusades took place in the Eleventh Century. There was not even an America then, much less conservatives. Can you get a little more current?"
Desperation now gripped her face. How often does an authority standing astride her very own domain sink so quickly and so far?
She grabbed her telephone sitting between us, which had not sounded the slightest tinkle, and she said, "I've got to get this." That was her fourth and final lie, a pathetic attempt to extricate herself from her three previous fabrications.
I walked away leaving her to contemplate being trapped inside her own little
web of mendacity and slander, surrounded by books illuminating us with truth. I have not spoken to her since, though I did spot her once. I think she skitters away when she sees me. You know, like a
spider.