Don't let the door hit you in the ass -on the way out of our country!
This is a prize winner for the local Hall of Shame! The hateful, nonsensical, biased diatribe, below, is from one of our local "educators"; a person to whom we entrust the susceptible minds of our young people; showing you the breadth and depth of the serious problem we face in taking our country back from the Socialists, who have been pumping "feel good" mush into kid's heads every day school (from "Pre" to "Grad") has been in session over the last 50+ years!
By his own admission, this hateful, insufferable jerk has apparently been a Left Wing, anti-American blow-hard ideologue since the 60's, when, no doubt, he was likely involved in spitting on -and shouting hateful names at my fellow returning Vietnam veterans. You know people like him; so puffed up with his own intellectual superiority that he believes he can influence others with his fuzzy, fallacious Far Left "Talking Points".
Just read for yourself the words from his own addled head to see how intellectually vacuous this individual is; while putting on airs of superiority over those of us who have actually weighed and considered all sides, before coming to the moderate to conservative positions we hold. He hasn't changed his Leftist ideology in 40 years!
Mr. Strutting Peacock will CERTAINLY NOT be missed hereabouts; one less Hate America educator on campus is NOT a bad thing! Bye, Bye! So long! See ya! Adios! Sayonara, scum bag!
North County ain't what it used to be
By: RICHARD BECK PEACOCK - For the North County Times
An implausible yet very discernible synchronicity has underscored much of my life. Therefore I wasn't surprised when the real estate agent called at 4:30 on the afternoon of this Election Day to ask if she could show our house to a prospective buyer.
Carol, my wife, and I quickly tidied up, left the house to them, and three hours later, at just about the time the last votes were coming in to re-elect as president George W. Bush, we got a call saying that a single woman with child would buy our home at the price offered.
That done, we will permanently move to Canada, specifically Victoria, British Columbia, during the second week in January.
We had been thinking about relocating since the summer. There was the dark and very real prospect of an even more entrenched Republican Party, fully beholden to right-wing religious fundamentalists and corporate lobbyists.
Despite the daily reports of a corrupt foreign policy, deceitful campaign strategies, and ongoing fiscal chaos spilling out of Washington onto the rest of the world, the American media and most of the electorate chose once more to focus on sidebar issues such as same-sex marriage, the attractiveness of the candidate's spouse, and the ranting of self-appointed opinion leaders. The country decided to "stay the course" with a regime that had moved in madcap directions with no credible plan in sight.
Leaving hasn't been an easy choice. My roots run deep here.
I first came to San Diego as a Marine recruit during the Korean War. After teaching at the University of San Diego for a couple of years, I joined the faculty at Palomar College, inaugurating and developing the Cinema Studies program over the next 30 years. We settled in Leucadia in 1966 and have lived in North County ever since. My four kids grew up on the beaches here, when the sleepy coast towns from Del Mar to Carlsbad were simply mellow surfer hangouts, and hippy entrepreneurs opened shops strung along old Highway 101.
Inland from the coast was mostly open country dotted with a few ranches.
During the Vietnam War, I was one of the first organizers of the Peace and Freedom Party here. I ran for state senator in 1970. In the meantime, I partnered with others to reopen the La Paloma Theater in Encinitas and I established a bookstore/coffeehouse in the same classic building (long before Starbucks was invented).
Although the deadly politics of the current administration pushed us over the line, the changed daily experience of living in San Diego County also has persuaded us to move. Like most places, North County ain't what it used to be. But somehow the transition has been especially hard to live with here.Y'
Traffic ---- need I say more? But also changed are the soft brown hills and valleys, becoming endlessly terraced into sprawling subdivisions and industrial parks. We've become Orange County without the rich cultural mix now found there. I asked a friend visiting here what struck him most about what he saw. He answered, the "unrelieved affluence." The words might normally be taken as complimentary, but I took this comment to describe our community's deepening blandness.
What finally solidified our decision, however, is the increasingly sour political climate in the American culture. We are dead tired of the numbing national conversation that permeates the mass media. It's dumb and dumber, frightening in its redundant ignorance. Looking at Bush's past and future agenda, there is not one issue that we agree with, whether it's the policies of the FDA, the CIA, the IRS, the FCC, the INS, the Patriot Act, the ultraconservative court appointments, prayer in schools, snowmobiles in Yellowstone ---- you name it. George W. Bush and his administrative retreads invented the present Iraq disaster, and now we have a leader who advertises himself without irony as "The War President." The idea of spending four more years (and probably much longer) under a government that has proved itself so intellectually bankrupt and morally corrupt is, for us, crazy-making.
So Canada will be our new home. I have some roots up north as well. My parents were born in Ontario, and I graduated from a Canadian university.
We're not naive, there is no Utopia. That's not what we're looking for.
Apart from the magnificent natural and cared-for environment, what really attracts us is that information about our world and how it might work better is filtered through different, more thoughtful, media lens. There is no Greek chorus of rednecks chanting the need to eliminate stem cell research, abortion, to end United Nations cooperation, to curtail healthy secular values, to drop out of the international scientific community, to demand unrestricted use of AK-47s. In short, there are very few Bible Belt crazies that must be appeased at every turn. We don't expect a life or a society without problems, but national arrogance is not part of Canada's heritage, and that is ever so refreshing.
Back in the '60s, the chant from the political right was "love it or leave it." I now tend to think that they were correct. There's surely a lot to love here. I'm still astounded at our country's first political documents composed to establish this new republic. I've always nourished the dream that this country was one of the few places that has at least held out the principle and the promise of liberty and justice for all. And I love the unending variety of geography found in California.
But after hanging in there for the last 50 years or so hoping to be part of a cultural renaissance, I'm giving up the fight. I trust that other good people are not so worn out.
Richard Beck Peacock is a longtime resident of North County, author of "The Art of Movie Making" and co-author of "Learning to Leave."
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