The short answer is yes. The longer answer is, “Absolutely yes, and let’s organize a nationwide effort to do so in such a relentless and organized fashion that the Democrats start requiring voters to submit five-page curricula vitae, blood samples, and application essays to enter their events.”

Perhaps you missed the headline. As Lifenews reported:

During a town hall on climate change in New York Thursday, one of Ocasio-Cortez’s supporters stood up to ask the congresswoman a question. The woman went into a rant about “eating babies,” adding that the world only has a few months left.

After the event, Tump’s son, Donald Trump Jr., tweeted out the video and wrote that it “Seems like a normal AOC supporter to” him. The president re-tweeted his comment, adding his own thoughts on the freshman congresswoman.

“AOC is a Wack Job!” he wrote Thursday evening.

Let’s go to the replay, folks:

 

 

Go Ye and Do Likewise

I should think that it’s obvious why we all need to get on the stick and start pulling more such pranks. As it surely says somewhere in the Bible, “Go ye and do likewise.” (Sorry, as a Catholic I’m better at quoting Tolkien.)

But maybe you’re in the mood for me to be pedantic. So here you go: Candidates who claim that every child born helps to end the world within a decade should be forced to clarify that they don’t want us eating babies.

And of course the Democrats don’t. They do want us killing them. And selling them in Styrofoam containers like KFC chicken parts. You know, the way Planned Parenthood does.

And when Planned Parenthood does that, the Democrats fight like amorous tomcats to keep on shoveling them hundreds of taxpayers’ millions.

And when a journalist exposes that? The Democrats get their marching orders directly from Planned Parenthood, and arrest him. They seize his videos and all his equipment. They try to put him in prison. You know, the way Kamala Harris did as California attorney general.

But eat the babies? No. We’re not there. Yet. Give it five more years before Ecological Veal goes on the menu. We need to force the Democrats to talk about that before it happens.

Let’s Jamaican Bobsled Down the Slippery Slope

Wouldn’t it have been nice, before Obergefell v. Hodges, if hecklers had forced Dems to deny that they wanted state governments to force Christian bakers to make Satanic sex toy cakes? Yeah, it would be great to have the Democratic governor of Colorado on the record there.

Shouldn’t every pro-LGBT candidate today have to face “supporters” praising the freedom of sex offenders to dress up in drag and rub their fake boobs on little kids?

Doesn’t Mayor Pete “2,246 Dead Babies in Jars” Buttigieg deserve to have enthusiastic “fetus collectors” thank and praise him at every public appearance?

You bet they do. And it’s our job to make that happen.

I Am Not a Leader. Nor a Follower. Good Sir, I Am a Heckler.

I don’t speak idly here. I have done things like this. (Surprise, surprise, right?)

When the Louisiana State University Women’s Studies program brought a local abortionist from Planned Parenthood, just out of her blood-stained smock, to address its “Afternoon Tea”? All the leading members of the English Department, where I was finishing my Ph.D., were present. They soon stopped smiling, though. After the doctor finished complaining about the decline in black and Latino abortions after a cut to Medicaid funding, I was ready. That is, with quotes from prominent neo-Nazis that endorsed her every point.

When Alexander Sanger came to speak to a bunch of blue-blood, pro-choice Republican women on the Upper East Side? I showed up and ruined the question period with one racist quote after another from his grandmother, Margaret Sanger.

Free Falafel with Tahini!

Probably my best unwanted public appearance happened back in 1992. Nat Henthoff, one of the last honest pro-life liberals, hosted an event at Cooper Union. That’s the venerable bastion of free speech where Abraham Lincoln gave major speeches. The sponsor? The far-left Village Voice. The event? Pro-life Democrat Governor of Pennsylvania, Robert Casey, Sr., came to deliver the speech Bill Clinton had banned him from giving at the Democratic convention.

But protesters were ready. Their pet cause was a convicted cop-killer on death row in Pennsylvania, Mumia Abu-Jamal. They could have heard the governor out, and waited for the question period to raise their (idiotic) moral equivalence between executing cop-killers and murdering babies for sexual convenience. But they didn’t, of course. No, they hooted and shouted and chanted, and wouldn’t let the governor make himself heard. Foolishly, I think, neither he nor Henthoff were willing to use the cops to clear the room. So free speech lost that evening.

So instead of a reasoned discourse meant for the whole American public, those who came to hear the governor instead heard only this:

Free Mumia Abu-Jamal!

Free Mumia Abu-Jamal!

Free Mumia Abu-Jamal!

Over and over and over. Outraged that Casey was silenced again, I rushed up and grabbed the open mic, to berate the crowd of censors. But someone had turned it off. Since they weren’t making it possible to use the voice of reason, but had drowned it out with nonsense, I decided to drive home that point. 

So I went back with my friends and began the counter-chant:

Free falafel with tahini!

Free falafel with tahini!

Free falafel with tahini!

My only regret? I really should have taken off my Press badge from SUCCESS Magazine.

Now go ye and do likewise, as it says in The Silmarillion.