April 23, 2012 by Richard Drake
There is a wonderful scene in “The Manchurian Candidate” (the original and still the best version with Frank Sinatra) in which the character played by James Gregory can’t quite figure out how many Communists there are in the State Department. After all, he has to give a speech that day, “proving” that there are, after all.
As his wife Angela Lansbury (in a magnificent role so far removed from her bland “Murder She Wrote” character) harries him, his eye falls upon the Heinz Ketchup, advertising its “57 Varieties” on the bottle.
“There are 57 Communists in the State Department!” he cries aloud later that day, waving a piece of paper before TV cameras, thus becoming just one more player in Angela Lansbury’s communist plot.
Yes, there were communists; he just didn’t know where to look.
Today, of course, the number has jumped from 57 to 80, and they are not in the State Department but in Congress, and Ted Nugent defender Florida Congressman Allen West is the only man brave enough to speak truth-to-power.
Clarifying his remarks, the good senator said he meant the folks in the Congressional Progressive Caucus.
Progressives, Communists, it’s all the same, isn’t it? Really? After all, with a Wall Street loving Marxist in the White House, anything is possible.
The folks who professionally take umbrage every time a liberal makes fun of Sarah Palin’s less-than-masterful use of the English language always seem to be on vacation when people like West or Texas congressman Louis Gohmert open their mouths and clear out their intellectual cobwebs in full view of whatever cameras might be in the room.
Of course, it isn’t just Congress we have to be worried about. Actually, since they can’t seem to bring themselves to do any work these days, I don’t care what their party affiliation is; we already know that a sizable number are virtual members of the Know Nothing Party.
But the “danger” is all around us. Tom Clancy, the author who assumes a tough-guy pose on the back of all of his 10,000 page novels, has long felt that Communist rule Hollywood.
Jews. Communists. Scientologists. It’s always “The Other” who runs Hollywood, isn’t it?
Science fiction and fantasy writers have long been suspected of being overly liberal (some might say Marxist), just waiting to ensnare our unthinking young (but they think a lot more than adults whose lives have settled into dull routine) people into open rebellion.
Marxists in the classroom.
Best to hide in the safety of the past. But even then, folks like Marcus Welby, M.D. were charging patients on a “sliding scale,” based on their income. Outside of the atrocious writing (oh, and she was, really, a truly bad writer) of Ayn Rand, where can one find sanctuary?
Nowhere, my friends. We must continue to seek out the enemies of America, seeing hammers and sickles in every neighbor’s tool shed, or even crescent moons whenever we look up at night over a stranger’s home and keep our eyes in a perpetual squint, so that our focus is narrowed to the point that nothing gets in but what we expect to see.
And when we are mocked for speaking truth-to-power, look carefully around you, and take note of everyone who isn’t nodding their head in agreement with you. They might just bear watching.