Loving your oppressor. With chalk.

It’s the liberal way:

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Screenshot of sidebar articles from MLive this morning

The order in which those articles were published on MLive was:

#HonkForHappiness. #NoHate. “Have fun, pizza rules.”

On Friday, April 1, Ann Arbor Open students, chalk in hand, spread messages of love, peace and unity—and pizza—on the sidewalks outside of their school, 920 Miller Ave.

The words and peace signs are in response to a chalking on the University of Michigan Diag Wednesday, March 30. Someone had written #StopIslam and Trump 2016, causing a response from university officials and backlash on social media.

“This is an opportunity to spread love and peace, even with small actions like this,” said Open Principal Meg Fenech. “We can combat hate. Even a kindergartner speaking your thoughts of unity and togetherness, that’s important.”

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Conservatives should stop pretending there is such a thing as “freedom of speech.”

By the end of my sophomore year at University of Michigan, I had become a dyed-in-the-wool left-wing liberal politically-correct Ann Arborite.  I lived in a student co-op and that summer a young man moved in who had a buzz cut, got up at 5:00 a.m. to run five to ten miles in army boots and who held extremely right-wing views.  One day during a conversation with him, he told me and another young woman in the co-op, a lesbian feminist, that in the physical world women were not men’s equal.  He calmly stated that men were stronger and smarter and had the obligation to protect and provide for their women and that women should hush up, go home, and have babies because they’d be happier that way anyway.

We had the typical liberal response of becoming slightly emotionally unhinged in the face of his calm non-PC opinions. He never yelled or called us names, but we didn’t return that same courtesy to him.  We railed against him to no avail – he refused to change his opinion and it flipped us out –  and I later complained to another young man named Jared, a pony-tailed guitar-playing bisexual with strongly libertarian beliefs, who rocked my world by saying, “Well, he has a right to that opinion and to say it.  If you don’t like it, debate him or remove yourself from his presence.”

“B-but he shouldn’t be allowed to say those things!” I protested.  I expected Jared to back me up, since I knew we held similar liberal political beliefs.

“You think he should be censored?  That’s messed up,” he declared. Continue reading