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A challenge to the chickendoves

By Michelle Malkin  •  November 5, 2007 10:34 AM

If a “chickenhawk” is someone who supports the war, but hasn’t enlisted, what does that make a moonbat who opposes the war, but continues to let his/her taxes be used to fund it?

One Daily Kossack has announced an action to “personally defund the war” by withholding 15 percent of his taxes and risking jail:

We won’t wait anymore. Since Congress, particularly the congressional leadership, refuses to do so, my wife and I are personally defunding the war and occupation of Iraq. We refuse for the foreseeable future to surrender the portion of our taxes that pays for U.S. imperialism and the militarization which backs it up. We’re inventing nothing, merely joining with thousands of other war-tax protesters whose history on the North American continent dates back to 1637 when the Algonquins refused to pay a Dutch tax levied to remodel a fort built in the midst of these Indians to control them on their own land.

Our action may seem pitiful in that it amounts to cutting off money to Iraq for about as long as it takes you to read half this sentence. Moreover, if it wishes, the government can extract even that pittance from us by force. But only if officials are willing to expend more money to collect from us than they will obtain in the process.

We take this action reluctantly, fully aware of the potential consequences. But Congress leaves us no choice…

..We will, as we always have, file our 1040s. But we will refuse to pay 15% of what Washington says we owe it. We do this not because we have any illusion that two citizens holding back a few dollars will stop the war, the building of empire, the commission of atrocities.

So, what about the rest of the members of the nutroots community who have so mindlessly tarred conservatives as chickenhawks and gone to ridiculous lengths to play the Absolute Moral Authority card?

Will they follow in this Kossack’s footsteps and put their money where their BDS-infected mouths are?

Or are they just, you know, chickendoves fluttering on the sidelines?