Brian: Excuse me. Are you the Judean People's Front?
Reg: F-ck off! We're the People's Front of Judea. -- The Life of Brian.
Lord have mercy, but there's a lot of down-home sectarianism breaking out on Sipsey Street. Let's see we've got our anarchists, and our libertarians and a one man Alexander Hamilton Anti-defamation League, and a whole lot of other folks arguing about a whole lot of other things.
Reg: If you want to join the People's Front of Judea, you have to really hate the Romans.
Brian: I do!
Reg: Oh yeah, how much?
Brian: A lot!
Reg: Right, you're in.
Now I've been fairly relaxed about what doesn't get posted as comments here. I have actually rejected very few posts, most for veiled threats or foul language. However, that was before all this sectarianism showed up.
Suicide Squad Leader: We are the Judean People's Front crack suicide squad! Suicide squad, attack!
[they all stab themselves]
Suicide Squad Leader: That showed 'em, huh?
But we have come to the point where I need to exercise a little adult supervision. Look, guys, my attitude can be found in the caption on the illustration above.
"Do you mind if we get this guy to quit stomping us with his boot before we argue how to run the shoestore afterward?"
First, there is no ideological purity test for Three Percenters other than a belief in the natural, God-given rights and liberties that are merely codified by the Constitution of the Founders' Republic, and that such rights extend to all regardless of race, creed, color or religion. That's it. You can be an anarchist, libertarian, atheist or even a Baptist (hey, that's me, go figure). But save your ideological carping for the day after the collectivist boot is out of all of our faces.
In the mean time, if you don't like the Christian libertarian perspective which I'd like to think this blog is based on, you are certainly free to express that on your own blog, or the blog of the Judean People's Front, or the People's Front of Judea.
I spent too many hours in my mis-spent youth watching the Young Spartacist League argue interminably with Trostkyites over how many socialist angels could dance on the head of a dialectical pin. Save it. There's a boot coming your way and the guy that owns the foot inside it doesn't care what your individual politics are. He's an equal opportunity oppressor. He's the one you need to be worried about.