In Frank Capra’s classic film Mr. Smith Goes To Washington, one that is mandatory viewing for all lovers of America and haters of corrupt politics plus media, there is a scene during the movie’s climax in which Jimmy Stewart’s character is on the Senate floor confronting false charges brought by those who brought him to the Senate to vote for a pet project. One of the senators asks him to yield the floor, to which Stewart’s character angrily replies, “No, sir, I will not yield.”
I’ve rather felt like Sen. Smith the past several days, reading blog post after blog post either directly or indirectly stating I and others are either leftist tools for asking questions and/or utter fools for not meekly accepting that we are somehow feeding the enemy by believing people on our side ought to have integrity.
To which my response is the last sentence in this:
F— you and your pathetic bleating about how unity must rule over all.
F— you and your enabling of con men and unrepentant pornographers.
F— you and your passive-aggressive BS, Ali Akbar.
I am not going to sit down.
I am not going to shut up.
I am not going to tolerate any more wimpy, whining moaning that by calling out people claiming to be on conservatism’s side, yet either defend morally reprehensible past conduct or conduct their present business in an underhanded and questionable manner, I am somehow helping the enemy.
If we are pressured by those ostensibly on our side to accept without questioning people whose honor, integrity and moral fiber is fairly called into question, what does that say for these people? What does this say for our principles, aside from them being of no genuine importance?
Is honor of no consequence?
If so, count me out.
If honor does matter; if character does count, I’m in. And I will not be silenced by anyone’s complaints.
I will not be silenced.
No, sir, I will not yield.