About three years ago, Nancy was invited to speak at a women’s retreat in Bloomington, Indiana. We hate being separated, so I tagged along. The retreat was sponsored by a church pastored by a friend of mine, and so the thought occurred to somebody that I could also do some event while I was there. We settled on the topic Sexual by Design, with the thought that I could present a few talks on that topic on the campus of Indiana University.
Word got out among the intoleristas that I was coming, and so opposition began to coalesce, if coalesce is the word I want. As the time approached, the opposition began to coalesce with even greater energy in it such that it became a Coalescence. We got word that I was going to be glitter-bombed. I remember telling someone here that my prayer request was that I not be glitter-bombed, but if that indeed happened anyway, that I would look fabulous.
The event was an eeeevent. With a raucous and disrespectful crowd, brim full of hate, spite, irrationality, malice and vituperative noise, I was frankly glad for the presence of the cops. There were about twenty cops, as I recall. Calm professionalism radiated from them like heat from a stove. Calm professionalism radiated from them like it wasn’t radiating from the assembled students. What was radiating from them appeared to be mostly spittle and eff-bombs. It used to be that college students gave themselves over to the study of ineffable beauties found in the liberal arts, but now everything is effable. Sorry. eff-able. Sorry. F-able. Sorry. Fable.
The fable is that these budding despots care in the slightest degree about your liberties, or anyone else’s. The assembled college students demonstrated the same commitment to the free exchange of ideas that you might expect to find at a North Korean line dancing contest.
That was a time. Since that exciting evening, the cultural wrecking ball that was represented by these students has done its damage to many more institutions, and in many more places — as in all fifty states, and most institutions within those fifty states. Our once fair republic circled the drain a couple more times, and then this last summer, as though somebody gave a signal, the great juggernaut of tolerance was dragged across our continent. Perhaps you have noticed? And perhaps you noticed how many metaphors were in this paragraph? Like two hummingbirds who had also never met?
If you care at all about these things, then there are four things I would like to ask you to consider doing. First, if The Free Speech Apocalypse is playing in a theater near you, go and see it there.
That reminds me. Our initial title for the film was Stonewall, but it turns out there was another film out there with the same name. There was no way that we could stick with the name without gumming up our distribution platform. So, long story short, the documentary that we were previously advertising as Stonewall is now going out into the world under its previous subtitle, The Free Speech Apocalypse.
Second, if the movie is not playing in a theater near you, you can order a digital download.
For those who are interested in getting the most bang for their buck, if you pre-order, it comes with loads of extra content (e.g. extended/uncut interviews with me, with Ben Carson, and with Ted Cruz)
Third, if you are more of hard copy kind of person, you can order a DVD here.
And last, you should head over to the Facebook page to comment, to like, and most critically, to share. Let me emphasize that a bit more — most critically, to SHARE.
One last thought on all this. I don’t mind saying this out loud because these issues presented in this film are actually catnip for real progressives, and so they can’t help themselves. It is not like I am giving a plan away or something. If they really wanted to prove me wrong, they should respond to this movie with a tsunami of civil discourse, polite disagreement, and charitable engagement. But the odds against that kind of thing are actually pretty slim, and we already see signs that the bad guys in this are gearing up to do their “diversity-so-long-as-it-is-just-like-ours” thing. So all this is to say, in whatever way you were planning to act, I would encourage you to do so quickly. It is in the highest degree likely that this movie is going to get blocked, yanked, reported, blackballed, shamed, etc. I fully expect some rainbow executive CEO to say something like, “Fie! Fie!” Now we do have contingency plans if the Totalitolerance Police act true to form, but it would be a little more convenient for you not to have to use them. You will be able to see the movie regardless.
This is because the central problems with progressives is that they really have no commitment to free speeeeeeeccchuuuugggghhhh.
Hey! Who was it unplugged our liberties?