so we are five pages into this thread and not a single one of our liberal lights have deigned to honor us with an answer to the original question. we have been given the dictionary definition of the word, but no one seems to know what they stand for. we have seen blame shifting and a round of general insult, but no clear idea of what liberal ideology is pointing us toward. it would seem that the liberals here have a pretty good idea what they are against, but they haven't the slightest concept of where their masters are leading us. maybe they simply don't care.
I noticed that they haven't given any answers also, I just figured it was because they had no specific goals and no idea what they were doing.
so i reject a loaded question riddled with false assumptions, and all of a sudden my "masters" are leading me around?
in my utopia, bill clinton is leader for life and has a 24 hour news channel which, despite the title, has very little news and lots of softcore presidential porn. the hardcore stuff starts after 11pm, but it only features anti-gay republican senators doing naughty things in airport bathroom stalls with other dudes or hiring a gay "assistant" to "carry their luggage".
in my utopia, traffic lights ask you politely to stop instead of signaling intention by color. dogs and cats exist, but their sizes are reversed. the troops are at home working n infrastructure projects and everyone in the entire world eats ice cream before going to bed. OSHA officials are on standby to support a ladder or simply to give you a hand, and bankers never charge a fee and give exceptional interest rates on savings accounts.
in my utopia, there are no price tags at the grocery stores, but the clerk will give you a nice smile if you donate enough for the food to help the poor. no one will ever step on and get stung by a bee when walking around in their backyard and you will never drop and break a wine glass while washing it. arugula munching is compulsory.
in my utopia, the DMV is replaced by the DOH, or department of hugs. that title is also misleading, as they do more than just hugs. if times are rough, which is impossible considering this is utopia, they are also there to give you a pat on the shoulder and a reassuring look. corn on the cob will be served with a mandatory number of toothpicks which will depend on how many kernels of corn become lodged in your teeth.
in my utopia, we all pay 85% of our income taxes to the government for no purpose other than to modify the weather so that it never rains on an outdoor wedding. ants that disturb picnics will be exterminated, but ones that are polite and do not disturb picnics will be relocated to canada. ron paul will be in charge of folding socks and organizing sock drawers so you are never without fresh, clean socks.
in my utopia, the government will oversee all bowel movements and will give extensive outlines and schedules concerning defecation: when you may poop, how long you may poop for, how many flushes you may take, including courtesy flushes, and will also direct you on how much toilet paper you may use to wipe.