How does one pronounce the name of our lovely little town? We have grown accustomed to telling people that there is “no cow in Moscow.” It is moss koh, not mos cowww. But there may be additional significance beyond the absence of that special bovine je ne sais quoi in our name. Or, if not significance, maybe a small play on words that will enable me to make a larger point. That is what I am all about, is it not? The larger point? The meta?
We have labored for years to refrain from purchasing any of the manufactured hurt feelings that are for sale everywhere. We have also sought to avoid going along with the urgent demands for mandatory outrage, or the urgent requests for groveling apologies that are always so effective in steering the readily compliant. But we are not cowed. We don’t want that kind of cow in our name either.
I bring all this up because we have a movie coming out this week. The Free Speech Apocalypse releases in select indie theaters around the country on Thursday (see the banner ads up top), and the movie will then be available across all platforms the day after that. And to keep us on point, there is a stretch in the movie, about ten minutes I think, which I think will prevent you from thinking about public apologies in quite the same way ever again.
Carl Trueman once said, wonderfully, that a man without enemies is a man without honor. And this kind of aphorism is not refuted or nullified if you search the world over and find some happy little valley where once lived a man who was beloved by everyone in his village. I am happy to grant the oddball exception, but we don’t live in that happy little valley. We live in a time when the orcs have been bred for daylight. Not only so, but the counsels of Gríma Wormtongue are accepted as the received wisdom for much of the Reformed evangelical chattering classes. He is a popular conference speaker with a special two-kingdom emphasis.
Think about where we are. Think about how rapidly it all happened. Meditate on what has actually been said over the years to the steady drumbeat of secularist propaganda, both before and after.
“You’re crazy. That’s not happening. That could never happen. You’re paranoid. Your idea of persecution is three paper cuts. Christians are not threatened. That’s crazy. You are as free as anyone . . . CLICK . . . sensitivity training. The fine is 135K. Your website is blocked. Shut up, hater.”
I am told that I have an over-active imagination. I am trying to make hay out of the fact that some people disagree with me. What am I, nuts? Right. I am the one who needed a police escort of about twenty cops, in order to do what? I intended to give a lecture in a classroom on the grounds of a tax-supported university.
The mob was threatening violence because I was the one guilty of what they deemed violence, in proof of which they had painted artificial bruises on themselves to show how hurtful I was going to be. They were as proud of the symbolic violence they had endured at my metaphorical hands as a Pharisee with a fat, new $20 phylactery.
Not only do the secularist shock troops do this to us, cowed Christians make sure to help them. Why are you being so combative? You are going to get us all in trouble. When the three thousand men of Judah remonstrated with Samson about getting them behind the eight ball with the Philistines, it wasn’t going to be the last time that happened (Judg. 15:11). Too many Christians specialize in this, and I could tell you quite a few stories.
Christians who actively resist the secularist jihad are identified as the source of the trouble. Why do you always defend yourself? Heh. This is like arguing that Poles are excessively nervous about Germans on the western border, and are more than a little imbalanced about Russians to the east. It seems to the armchair critic that a more even-handed approach would be to balance the concerns, and to accept a little responsibility yourself. To simply identify a Russian threat with the eastern border is simplistic and off-putting. Why can’t you do nuance?
You always position your defensive forces where the invasion is happening. What’s wrong with you?