Waiting for a Dragon

I went to Kevin O’Leary’s book signing a couple of days ago.  The book signing itself was uneventful.  Kevin was Kevin. 

This is how he holds a sharpie!  So misunderstood.

The lineup prior to getting my copy of his book signed was unexpectedly interesting and entertaining.

There I was at Costco after work just according to plan.  I needed gasoline and Costco has the cheapest gas around.  Ever the sucker for a bargain, I picked up some sale items and the book Men, Women & Money. 

With my goods safely tucked away in my car (which is also a handy deep freeze this time of year) I stepped into line to wait for Kevin O’Leary.  Ahead of me was a kind old man telling stories to the couple and their baby ahead of him.  In front of them were two lovely young girls with books in hand and then a handsome spectacled black fellow whom I was chatting with earlier.  It was marvelous in fact to take in the diverse array of people who had come to meet the Dragon.  

Behind me was a father and son and I could see it was the son’s idea to come to the book signing. I was happy to be a part of such a crowd.  Even if I felt to be the representative from the long-day club, it beat sitting in traffic. 

Before long , the mother of the young girls came to join them.  It was obvious that she was not there to see Kevin O’Leary.  In fact, it seemed that her mission at that moment was to loudly discourage the two youths while educating the rest of us as well.    

“-but he’s a douchebag!”

“-I’d rather kick him in the nuts!”

“-he’s a FASCIST!”

I couldn’t hide my smirk.  ‘My how the tables have turned’ I thought. 

Like everyone else I found the ceiling suddenly interesting.  I was trying not to laugh openly at this family dispute when I locked eyes with the black gentleman I spoke to earlier.   ‘You’re up man’ I thought to him, and he must have got the message (or thought it himself) because that is when he intervened. 

I don’t buy into the race thing, but a handsome spectacled black man is like pure kryptonite to a raving leftard.  Understanding what makes the enemy tick is key to besting them. 

He skillfully entered the conversation and revealed that he was a financial planner recently emigrated from Toronto (smart move!).  They talked about Kevin O’Leary and how intelligent he is.  They talked about finance and essentially capitalism all the way to the Dragon himself.  Even the raving leftard smiled and shook hands with Kevin when the moment arrived.

Score!  Two young female conservative converts solidified before my very eyes.   Imagine the humiliation the girls felt while being publicly berated by their mother for their taste in authors.  If they were curious before, they are committed now.   Well done brother.  Very well done.

I doubt the mom was converted but at least the righteous lefty lunatic ravings were tempered a bit.

It reminds me of that part in Star Wars where Leia aboard the Death Star says to Moff Tarkin: “The more you tighten your grip, Tarkin, the more star systems will slip through your fingers.”  

It rings true enough though with hearts and minds rather than star systems.  Progressives desire control and conformity.  They despise independence and individuality.  The more they try to control the narrative and crush dissent, the more conservatives they will create.  The harder they squeeze the more people will slip through the fingers of their grasping grabbing systems.  Pretty soon all they are left with nothing but the old commie fist.

A fist holds nothing.

It happened to those girls that day.  It happened to me back in the progressive utopia otherwise known as the schooling system.  Every time you hear about a little girl getting suspended for having a hello kitty bubble gun or the father who was arrested because his kid made an image of a gun, you can count another conservative.  It isn't all bad.  More and more people will rebel against the cage like system they building.

Logic, honesty and kindness will triumph in the end.  I don’t want to see a time where the folly liberal/progressive ideas humble and humiliate the likes of Naomi Kline or David Suzuki.  Those would be awful times indeed.  I’m hoping that smart enough people will consistently outnumber the dumb.  I hope that people see that freedom is the way forward even if malice can sometimes be dangerous when ignored.  So take heart, because the truth must win in the end and we are winning.