I write this having just read about the gunman who opened fire on some congressmen at a baseball practice, successfully wounding Steve Scalise, a Republican congressman from Louisiana. Early reports indicate the gunman was trying to kill Republicans in particular, and the left wing fever swamps on Twitter consequently began to celebrate the shooting.
This follows hard on the heels of Kathy Griffin’s cultural appropriation of beheadings as a form of social commentary, and then the assassination chic exhibited by that theater group updating Shakespeare.
When events like these happen, we are called upon to interpret them. And we will interpret them accurately or not, depending upon whether we are living in God’s world or in our own fantasy world. Reality—whatever else it is—is not optional, and those who insist on dwelling in their own fantasies are actively engaged in trying to cause the civilizational roof to collapse upon us all. They are Philistines who, in their self-assured mockeries, are trying to help Samson push on the pillars. I don’t know who Samson is in all this, but I do believe the roof is beginning to sway.
Jonah Goldberg has observed that we have reached certain epic levels of craziness in our society, such that violent protests are described as “free speech,” and any exercise of free speech (by conservatives) is described as “violence.”
“Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; That put darkness for light, and light for darkness; That put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter!” (Is. 5:20).
The point here is that you cannot invert things without inverting them. You cannot call evil good without, at some point, calling good evil. You cannot say that darkness is light without also claiming that light is darkness.
You cannot tolerate abortion without, at some point, celebrating it. And when you start to celebrate it you have acknowledged that Molech is in fact your god, and you then make the honest confession. Yes, we chop up babies. Deal with it. Yes, we celebrate the shed blood of our political opponents. Yes, we cackle when elected representatives are shot. Yes, we march in New York parades in honor of terrorists. And why? Because we are the party of compassion. Because conservatives are mean and hard-hearted. And if you really think that, then somebody has some beach front property in the middle of the Everglades that he will turn over to you for a song, if you will just sign now.
We need to understand the other side of the inversion. Liberals are not. They are not magnanimous. They are not compassionate. They are fighting for total authority over the dictionary because they want to change all the words, not just some of them.
If a man can be declared a woman, then hatred can be declared love. But I will still confess that whenever I look at hatred-in-transition (chosen as love-of-the-year by Vogue), all I see is the same warty old hatred with a couple of silicone implants, lipstick put on crooked, and a ratty Goodwill dress.