Never Give Up,Never Give In

Adam Carolla and Dennis Prager on Dealing With the Left: Don’t Apologize

“ultimately what they want is an apology and they want you backpedaling”

They don’t want apologies; they want submission. They have no capacity for kindness or forgiveness. Only anger, pain and an obsession to control everything.

You can say whatever you want like you could say whatever you want 20 years ago but you won’t have a job on Monday,” said Carolla, responding to a question from Carlson about whether or not Americans are “less free” to so speak than 20 years ago.

“At a certain point you cannot let the left intimidate you,” added Prager. “And when you don’t they go crazy because they are so used to being able to intimidate. That’s his point and I second it.”

To Carolla, conceding to the left is like making deals with terrorists when they take hostages.


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2 responses to “Never Give Up,Never Give In

  1. chrissythehyphenated

    “If you give a mouse a cookie, he’ll want a glass of milk.” They’re NEVER satisfied.


  2. There is an art to apologizing to the Enemy.

    You’ve got to make sure it’s clearly insincere.

    These fine cinematic examples come to mind.

    There’s subtle insincerity, like
    Cleese, in A Fish Called Wanda, while he’s being dangled head-first out a window:
    “I offer a complete and utter retraction. The imputation was totally without basis in fact, and was in no way fair comment, and was motivated purely by malice, and I deeply regret any distress that my comments may have caused you or your family, and I hereby undertake not to repeat any such slander at any time in the future.”

    There’s snarky insincere apology, like Will Smith in Men in Black 1, as the giant alien bug is getting away, J stomps on a cockroach and the alien bug pauses, bug-eyed: “Oh, I’m sorry. Was that your Auntie?” Gooshes another one. “Then that must’ve been your Uncle.”

    And the all-time rip-snorting classic worst over-the-top apology, Belushi to Fischer in Blues Brothers: “I ran out of gas. I had a flat tire. I didn’t have enough money for cab fare. My tux didn’t come back from the cleaners. An old friend came in from out of town. Someone stole my car. There was an earthquake. A terrible flood. Locusts! It wasn’t my fault, I swear to Gaaaawwwwwd!” Bows head, then looks up, whips off sunglasses, charms Fischer with his baby blue eyes (only time we see them in the whole movie), kisses her, then drops her in the mud and walks off.

    (Sorry for blog post length comment. Must’ve been the morning coffee hitting my system.)