When you're bitten by a rattlesnake, you don't go looking for tweetie birds.
And I think it's outrageous that sane and rational people who recognize that fact feel compelled to lead off their comments with statements like " Gee, I hope this doesn't sound racist" as a sort of PC apology in advance to all the ACLU and civil rights natterheads out there.
They're dead wrong and don't even deserve a response, let alone an apology, from people who know how to use the brains God gave them.
I have a lifelong moonbat friend, a former news broadcaster, who is a card carrying ACLU member, thoroughly indoctrinated with and literally oozing that kind of drivel.
Here's a portion of an email he sent me in response to the airline experience of a woman named Annie Jacobsen who found herself on a flight with 12-14 Syrians who spent the entire time moving around the cabin, passing notes, replacing each other in the bathroom and glaring ominously at the other passengers. She was frightened of course and so were the stewardesses and the other passengers.
"... I remain concerned about our loss of freedoms beyond the air travel issue. Balance is the key, I suppose. I just don't want the balance to tip so far toward security that we are willing to let some extremists take over our government. Think Hitler, Stalin, etc. types..."
If you haven't run into it before, this is the standard moonbat response to logic and common sense-ridiculous hyperbole.
Mention a prayer at a high school football game and they natter about the looming threat of a theocratic state.
Mention the logic of screening potential terrorists at airports instead of hassling 80 year paraplegic grandmothers from Dothan Alabama and they lapse into their "think Hitler, Stalin, etc" routines.
With all my heart and soul, I just live for the day that my moonbat friend boards an aircraft with 16 to 18 Iranians on it- all wearing "Allah Akbar" T-shirts and sneakers with fuses sticking out of the heels, scurrying back and forth to the bathroom, passing notes, box cutters and cold solders up and down the aisle.
"Would you mind holding this gel pack while I solder the wires, buddy"?