I'm afraid all you have to do is look at the tone and content of the posts on here to see that, on balance, it is hands down the Left filled with anger and hate. And I have a great appreciation for true humor, I simply don't consider profanity laden insults and vulgarity to be humorous. And I will never find it funny to try and use a mentally challenged person as some sort of basis for an insult. I do not know the reason for "Scott"'s brother's disability, but I completely understand "Scott"'s request to not take a term that can be an accurate description of his brother's condition and us it as an attempted insult. You might consider the following quote:<quoted text>To even try to refute the rant of a moron is somewhat giving his statement some form of validity and by doing so would suggest that I believed that some of it were true. Some times it better to ignore complete stupidity. Unless, you call it for what it is. Stupid. I say keep it coming. Ya'll are turning people away from your way of thinking by the day. The ones ya'll are recruiting. Well. You can have them dummies. I think you'd be pretty cool Aggie if you weren't filled with hate and you'd grow a sense of humour.
“In the fictional novel, The Clowns of God, by Morris West, Jesus comes back to earth, and some people think it’s Him while some don’t. At one point, Jesus is at a school for children with Down syndrome, and He is holding a little girl. Jesus says:
‘I know what you are thinking. You need a sign. What better one could I give but to make this little one whole and new? I could do it, but I will not. I am the Lord and not a conjurer. I gave this mite a gift I denied to all of you — eternal innocence. To you she looks imperfect — but to me she is flawless,...She will never offend me, as all of you have done. She will never pervert or destroy the work of my Father’s hands. She is necessary to you. She will evoke the kindness that will keep you human. Her infirmity will prompt you to gratitude for your own good fortune … More! She will remind you every day that I am who I am, that my ways are not yours, and that the smallest dust mite whirled in the darkest spaces does not fall out of my hand … I have chosen you.
You have not chosen me.
This little one is my sign to you.
I wish you would think about that quote the next time you are about to use the term "retarded" as an insult.