I believe that some liberals have a double whammie of hypocrisy to account for: one, their lack of consistency in a standard that applies to conservatives (but never to them or their own kind) and, two, their colossal intolerance while portraying themselves as the tolerant ones. It’s the self-anointed of any proclivity who seem to go a little too heavy with the eau de sanctimony.
The Carrie Prejean sex tape (made as a 17 year-old) story just broke. Word is that she is on video ‘giving herself a hand’ a la Harry Met Sally in that mall scene. The stupidity on her part is obvious and described exactly tas such by Prejean herself. Of course, anyone familiar with seventeen year-olds or who remember their own teenage years well know that bad decisions at this time in life are known to happen, only if it’s at the hand (NPI) of a high profile conservative, especially a woman, especially a beautiful conservative woman, well, let the draw and quartering begin.
What a strange irony that the ideologues who want to hand out condoms in schools, champion abortion rights, and denounce abstinence programs are having conversations like the one I recently witnessed between two like-minded friends:
Liberal One: “Well, I guess we won’t have Carrie Prejean as a moral compass any more.â€Â
Liberal Two: “Gee, whatever will we do!â€Â
Insert smug, sneering looks of self-satisfaction.
Actually, these two weren’t being critical of Prejean because she is a sinner with a rental halo, they were critical of her because she was remorseful. Had she not said the occurrence was “the biggest mistake of my life†but instead celebrated it as “free-spirit, youthful self-expression, it’s my body,†(and been an Obama girl) and they’d made her their new poster girl. Prejean’s greatest mistake, to the lefties, is that she’s a (conservative) person with a sense of shame. Liberal critics feel superior because so long as their dog in the fight supports no higher (and vulnerable) values system, and yours does, they’ll never lose ground. After all, you can’t fall off the floor.
Do I hold up Carrie Prenean as some kind of idol or an exemplary anything? Not particularly. But you have to admire her for stretching a single into a triple in terms of maximizing her fifteen minutes of fame. She got low-balled by hag-boy Perez Hilton at the Miss USA pageant for having the same opinion on gay marriage as President Obama and, since then, she has had more face time on national tv than Vince the Sham-Wow guy. Name me anyone else who loses three high profile positions (Miss USA, Miss California, clothing brand Sledge USA) in a handful months and is still a sought after and positively received by so many.
Let me state categorically that I like Carrie Prejean for some of the substantive, and some not, reasons.
She’s bright, articulate, has spine, a great rack, a beautiful smile, legs as long as a Mexican traffic jam, she stands for something and appears to be able to take a shot. Pretty impressive for a twenty-two year old. She doesn’t prop herself up as perfection nor does she ask to be anyone’s moral compass. She does have a sense of right from wrong and aspires to what I believe are solid, integrity filled values even if the runner stumbles sometimes.  She messed up once as a kid (bfd) and has made good since- very good.  Let the losers cast stones.  The left would have you believe that you can only falter and be redeemed if you stand for nothing.
Love her, hate her- Prejean never claimed to be a porcelain saint. The left put her there so they could pull her down like that Sadaam Hussein statue in Bagdad during Desert Storm One. Then the media hacks- tools of the left- starting tearing her down with anything they could find, like making an issue of her breast implants. Now, about those… and I speak for most men, I don’t care. Her plastic surgeon should win the Nobel Prize because they are perfect. In fact, if she rolled off a Detroit assembly line with artificial parts from bumper to absolutely stunning bumper, I guarantee you Chrysler would have never gone under. This also pisses off smug leftists. I think they’re getting tired of underarm hair, hemp clothing and Birkenstocks.
I’m ok with Carrie Prejean. I don’t care that she’s not perfect. In fact, I think I like that she wasn’t and isn’t some cloistered, benign hot house flower that’s never been anywhere or done anything. Does it freak me out that somewhere out there is also a photo of swimsuit model Carrie Prejean with part of her left breast visible? Nah. (See the Nobel Prize thing above.) It bothers me more that one of leftist culture’s golden boys, talented scumbag Roman Polanski, ran out on a rape rap after plying a 13 year-old girl with champagne, drugging her with a quaalude and sexually violated her. It bothers me more that liberal presidential aspirant, Breck Girl John Edwards, impregnated his videographer and denied it after putting himself up on his own pedestal during his presidential run, all the while trotting out his poor wife (with cancer) and children for photo ops. I don’t recall my liberal friends delighting in either of those incidents.
Gee, now those things by comparison kinda make Prejean’s transgression look like a teenage,  victimless blunder that she doesn’t deny, that she openly decries and clearly regrets. There goes that conservative weakness again- a sense of shame.
Actually, I think I should ask my two liberal friends to refresh me on that presidential pardon thing. It seems that Prejean doesn’t need one but Polanski, well, ya, and Edwards, if he gets nailed for misappropriation of campaign funds, too, uh-hu, yup. They both have millions, and, if they donate some to, say, the Obama presidential library when it’s time, perhaps they can walk like Marc Ritch, the biggest tax cheat in American history, did.
Those darn lefties… it really is true, you can’t fall off the floor.
