Unquotable Quotes: Leftists Xviii
Unquotable quotes: Leftists – XVIII
(Note: What goes for the Left can go for the Right, too. All you need to do is to interpose the words wherever possible. Don’t read ideological warfare where there is none intended.)
If the Left is right, the Right cannot be in the right.
The more the Left splits right down the middle, the more the leftists in the Right.
Since everything on the Left is supposed to be socialist, on which side stands the National Socialist? Or do socialists refuse to subscribe to the notion of the Nation State?
In the now tamed Wild West, socialists of various sorts prefer to parade as democrats – an open affront to the European Welfare State.
The Left’s greatest achievement – first in the Western World and now everywhere else – is the un-buckling of the chastity belt, all due to a world famous French couple double.
To be thought of an intellectual, just affect being liberal and “leftist”, but make certain you first bury the silver spoon you were born with: you can always dig it up when no one is looking.
Leftists band together to oppress a fellow leftist when they fear the rattling of socialist skeletons in their own socialist sub-consciousness cupboard.
When the Right is bereft, the Left denies and denigrates the theft.
Why is it that less attractive girls always – well, nearly always – parade with leftist stamps and stickers on their bosoms and bums in order to appear “chic-ly” artful and/or intellectual? On the other side, it would appear they prefer them straight and loose without the packaging or the slogan-chanting.
The Leftist label fits all who play ball with those screwballs who throw balls at night fall.
The great thing about being Centre Left is that at some time or other you’d rub shoulders with the Far Left to the Far Right of your rubber neck.
The Far Left suspects the Left more than the Far Right, for the Left insists on being thought of as the sole arbiters of rights.
Don’t turn Left unless the road ahead is blocked; in which case, turn Right-round and come back.
What feels good about being in the arms of the Left is that the Left’s left-hand comes right round to the Right – around your back.
Leave the Left and you’ll be left with no Right whatsoever.
Left hand and Right hand lock to form one big hug.
Left in the lurch is a right for no Church.
Left to yourself is a State no Right can dislodge from the ideological shelf.
The Centre Left can neither fall to the right nor to the left for its hands stretch out for balance to the Far Right and the Far Left.
Keep the Left hand and the Right hand always out of reach, and they’ll always be dirty – for does one know what the other does?
He who comes to equity must come with clean gloves even if the hands stay dirty.
Left side, Right brain; Right side, Left brain.
Why does the left-handed batsman always confound the right-handed bowler? Is it because the right-handed bowler has no arm left?
Left by Love is Right bloody rough; right in love makes one an incorrigible bluff.
Left hand, Right hand, two faces of the brain span – minus the pineal gland. Pinch each hand to see which can outstand the other.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, May 18, 2016
Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2016
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