As IF Times

link Carlos the Jackal tells court in Paris: Im a professional revolutionary – Telegraph.

I wonder how he decided on that as a career vocation.  What mixture of family and educational experiences led Carlos, nee Ramirez Sanchez,  to pursue his chosen career of professional revolutionary?  We get that he may have had some bad schoolyard experiences, perhaps some bullying and maybe a few tough girlfriends.  But at what point did he decide that bombing buildings and killing people was his life’s calling?

Apart from the fact that this activity may be construed as anti-social and crazily so, isn’t it illegal?  The first time he was apprehended, wouldn’t it have been prudent to keep this avowed revolutionary behind bars for his activities? From his proud recent proclamations, he is a professional revolutionary, which sounds exactly like professional criminal.  I’m more curious as to how he ever made any money to suppport himself.  Did he bomb buildings for money?  Someone must have supported this guy over the years.  Did he work at a Wendy’s part time to gather enough money to pay the rent as well as buy sacks of nitrogen fertilizer?

Likely he was able to mooch off of other misguided young idealists who were smitten with the romantic notion of the underclass rebel.  While certainly there may have been elements of oppression in his native Venezuela, it’s hard to see that same kind of oppression in his adopted France.  Perhaps the famously haughty waiters set him off.  In any case, he’s in jail and still unrepentant for the mayhem and deaths he caused during his career.  And yet, there are those who probably worship this guy as they also worship and romanticize the exploits of Che Guevara or Fidel Castro.

While Carlos may be misguided, at least he came to his worldview honestly.  It’s hard to understand the views pushed forth by some of the other equally questionable personalities often featured in the news.  In the political space for example, it’s a stretch  that working people would identify with a Nancy Pelosi, the epitome of a privileged limosine liberal, speaking about poverty and oppression.  Or for a Michael Moore whose fortune was made from laughable depictions of the capitalist system he so derides.  Or Al Gore whose carbon footprint is so big, you’d need surveyors to map it.  Carlos at least lived his convictions.  The others are the true mercenaries.

D.C. marchers rally for jobs and justice – The Washington Post.

When Reverend Al gets into the fray, it generally confirms that whatever the cause he’s backing, it’s probably hysterical hyperbole.  Reverend Al, for those who are  unfamiliar with his career, sees racism in the most mundane things.  White lines on blacktop would arouse his keen sense of racial injustice if only he could convince anyone of its merit.   His affected indignation at anything involving perceived racial injustice to blacks is legendary and by now, he is essentially a comical caricature of himself, ironically taken seriously only by those in the white liberal media.  The media perpetuates Reverend Al’s influence by interviewing him whenever any issue involving blacks pops up.  As if Reverend Al is THE spokesman for a nation of 80 million blacks.  Imagine if something contentious was occurring with a white person and Charlie Sheen’s opinion was sought to get the white perspective.

We know he caters to a constituency of idiots or at least to those of very modest intelligence because of the way he frames his messages.  Rather than making articulate speeches, he prefers the classic nursery rhyme technique to drive home his compelling intellectual arguments.

Borrowing a page from the famous Johnnie Cochran of O.J. Simpson legal team fame, Reverend Al has taken the infamous ” if the glove don’t fit, you must acquit” tactic and adopted it as his own.  As the linked article details, his present campaign is ” if you don’t get jobs bill done in suite, we will get done in street”, in reference to both the recently nixed Obama jobs plan and the protests in the streets of New York.  It doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue, but at least a few words rhyme, so for Reverend Al, it’s considered witty repartee.  He follows this with “this is not about Obama, it’s about my mama!”.  Pure gold.   It’s not exactly “Lizzie Borden took an axe and gave her mother forty whacks”.  But this technique gets the job done.  His constituency can more easily remember his position if it can be repeated in rhyme than if it were articulated more prosaically.

It’s unclear to me why his followers wouldn’t be insulted by his condescending delivery, it’s as if he were addressing pre-adolescents.

Or maybe he’s just a master entertainer.

That would make sense since his entire shtick is part vaudeville, part church revival and part P.T. Barnum.  Like many of his other hypocritical colleagues in the liberal bleat-sphere, railing against poverty and oppression has, surprise, surprise,  made Reverend Al rich and famous.  This is like Al Gore bleating of global warming and living in a house the size of a community center or of  Michael Moore condemning capitalism while making millions off his delusional movies.

In the spirit of Reverend Al however, we’ve come up with some other slogans which are free to be used by any who may find them appropriate:

Give me a job, or I join a mob!

Given some time, what’s yours will be mine!

Give us da cash, or we gonna bash!

We want rights, we want justice, if we don’t get it, come and bust us!

And of course the most genuine chant:

Stop all greed, enough is enough, give us more money, give us more stuff!