How to handle the ridicule of the puffed up liberal elitists

Some progressive/liberal wags have already coined the term Sharrontology as a less-than-sly hint at GOP Senate nominee Sharron Angle's fleeting effort to look into a prison drug rehab program that used some methods also recommended by those in Scientology.

They huff in feined amazement at some of her "wacky" pronouncements she has made — privatize Social Security, eliminate the Departments of Education and Energy, etc. — that no one in their narrow world of acolytes to the doctrine of government-is-the-solution-to-all-problems-ever-known-to-mankind could ever decipher.

There's two ways to handle this attempt at ridicule: Try to rationally explain the reasons underpinning your philosophy to a bunch of laughing hyenas who think the "general welfare" clause is the key to the candy shop ... or ... embrace the label with a sense of humor and even pride. Take to the stump and loudly proclaim you are here to preach the gospel of Sharrontology, the ideology of less government, lower taxes, more liberty, less interference from Washington, self-reliance and self-determination.

That's what early Americans did.

When the British soldiers sang a little ditty making fun of their rag-tag militias as foolish country bumpkins who thought themselves as fine as the finest fops at the various royal courts of Europe. The colonists did not whimper about hurt feelings. The Americans embraced the song and took it as their own theme song, proud of their bumpkinism. They would not be intimidated by those who thought themselves better, superior, more refined and intellectually superior.

They proudly sang:

Yankee Doodle went to town
A-riding on a pony
Stuck a feather in his hat
And called it macaroni.