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Pepper Layne | September 21, 2012 at 12:52 pm

Will this work? “U Didn’t Build That” by MC ‘Bama –> http://youtu.be/bQu2SVFF-cU

FlatFoot | September 21, 2012 at 2:20 pm

I’m the guy that took the bumper sticker pics.

To be fair — this is San Diego, CA — a major military town with elements of all 5 branches of the military stationed here and the last bastion of predominate conservatism in the southern half of this state. But it is also quickly waning. Somehow — probably due to the average year round climate and proximity to beaches, mountains, desert, and Mexico border party towns — San Diego has recently become a homosexual boom-town. Plus the fact that our District Attorney is a gay liberal, 3/4 of the San Diego city council are gay liberals, the Mayoral election front runner(s) are gay liberals, the San Diego County Council has at least two gay liberals, and most of the suburban cities Mayors and city councils are largely comprised of gay liberals. At the rate San Diego’s going — we should be San Francisco lite within a decade or two. So, liberalism and its inherent insanity along with all of its other trappings insidiously creeps into our lives and grows stronger daily.

But — for now — most of San Diego is still an island oasis in a vast California sea of troglodyte homunculi, reprobates, degenerates, and liberals. Hallelujah.


SoCA Conservative Mom | September 21, 2012 at 3:06 pm

So different from when my family moved here in the ’70s.

Being female and going to liberal schools, the mantra was that women are discriminated against in the classroom. Wasn’t my experience. The only place I’ve ever faced discrimination was walking around Hillcrest holding hands with my husband.

There is hope. I was shuttling my boys around yesterday and taking special note of cars with bumper stickers. I saw few political stickers, but more were anti-O than pro-O.


FlatFoot | September 22, 2012 at 1:39 pm

Yup! My wife [full disclosure: now ex-wife] and I went to a popular small Italian restaurant in Hillcrest once after it was recommended by a friend. There was a little bit of confusion as we waited in line to be seated and a publicly very amorous male homosexual couple behind us were about to be taken in and seated when my wife and I politely objected that we were ahead of them in line and we had been waiting 30 minutes already.

The restaurant realized their error and released the other couple and began to take us inside. Well — the gay couple freaked out and objected boisterously. I thought they were both going to give themselves aneurysms. My spouse got scared and wanted to just leave and go eat elsewhere. I was against backing down and I was really hungry — but I relented. As I was telling the staff we were leaving because of the scene — they insisted that we stay and took the gay couple to task — then told them they were no longer welcome.

That was the first time I had ever been venomously called a “breeder”. Seriously. They might as well have been KKK grand dragons and we might as well have been black. They let loose on us with a barrage of profanities and spittle laced invectives — but when they called us “breeders” — I could not help but laugh. My parting shot was — “Don’t forget that when you’re spewing your hate and vitriol at ‘procreators’ — that you’re Mothers and the sperm donors were ‘breeders’ too.”

That just about sent them over the edge. You could practically see the steam shooting from their ears and hear the whistle. I thought they were going to get physical as we were ushered off and away inside. It was great.