Stolen Borrowed directly from jedmunds over at Pandagon:

But this neddie jingo fella is right. He spits something I’ve been grappling with for a while. Getting worked up over this shit just isn’t any fun. And that there’s a high price to pay for not having fun. To me the difference between Conservatives and Liberals is that liberals really are happy people. We joke around. We laugh at ourselves. We laugh at the world. We enjoy ourselves. Conservatives on the other hand, and I’m talking rank and file folks (we all know that Tucker Carlson and Jonah Goldberg are fun-loving guys), are some of the most bitter, resentment filled people around. Always talking about how they grew up eating gravel and picking grains out of horseshit, but thanks to their incredible will and self reliance become multimillionaire exploiters of white underclass resentments. And then there’s the super-seriousness about god, flag and family stuff. (It’s so as I can’t even run around spitting on vetrans with my longhair friends without someone getting pissy about it.) And just the hyper fucking seriousness all the time, even when they’re defending their right to tell jokes about the coloreds. They’re boring unattractive people.

And we become ever so much more like them when we allow ourselves to be driven insane (I’m a lookin’ at some of you folks who post at you know where) by the outright unchecked evil of the world around us. And like Neddie Jingo, I’m not exactly saying we should sit back, say fuck it, and ride the tide. But while we maintain against the grain, there’s no reason not to have a smile on our faces, and in fact that smile is in some ways how we do it.

Neddie gives us the clue:

”The Right waves around this Culture of Life crap, and we’ve forgotten how to wave our own Culture of Life back at them: We’re alive.

We breathe. We love. We fuck. We sing. We eat. We drink.

With joy.

Yes, of course, goddammit, the world is in pain, people are dying in agony, injustice & bad faith & ugliness & intolerance & the whole fucking depressing batshit insane ball of ear wax. I know. I know, all right?

But let me ask you, if I started racketing along with all the rest of them, shrieking indignantly about whatever passes for the fuckin’ Latest Outrage of the Last Ten Minutes…

Would that change anything a single goddamned iota? Would that Push the Pendulum even one tiny degree back into True? Would it save one starving kid, one soldier in Iraq, convince one crazed, bulging-eyed monotheist to put down his Bible or Qu’ran and just relax for a second?

I put it to you that it would not.

So instead I turn my back on it and say fuck it. Instead of contributing more noise, more howling, more indignant huffing, I try instead to celebrate in my own quiet way those little joys that a true Culture of Life would hold dear.”

The reason these creatures are so curdled inside, so viciously aggressive is fear. They're afraid of everything. And fear morphs into hatred. They hate anything that even vaguely resembles a challenge to the dull, boring sameness that they feel so comfortable with.

I'm reminded of the scene in the film "2001" where the ape creatures waken in a cave, confronted by the monolith. They rage and shriek in fear and false anger, trying to intimidate this strange thing that has appeared before them.

They're the wingers who are so desperately trying to get us to shut up and die or go away and no longer trouble them with our tiresome talk of Enlightenment, and freedom, and diversity, and human rights, and privacy, and liberty and all the other improvements that differentiate us from the apes.

In that film "2001" one ape eventually approaches the monolith, and timidly touches it, and then caresses it.

The first Liberal.