All the hate in the air is hurting me, I think. Rather, as I become more aware, it affects me more.
It is surreal, is it not, that most of the hate in this country is being practiced by the very people who claim they oppose hate?
I can’t help but think of the other hypocrisy of the religious right of the 1980’s, who preached love and did arrogate to themselves the right to label other humans inferior and defective.
In some respects, in some outer morphological respects, the Communist Left (Communist being in their use merely a more honest word for “anti-fascist”) does resemble the so-called Moral Majority, but of course they are much, much worse.
They want to be able to tell all of us how to live our lives. They want into our bedrooms. They want into our board rooms. They want to hear everything we say and know everything we do, lest any of us commit thought crimes of any sort. They are utterly humorless, utterly remorseless, and continually angry.
It is not a pretty picture.
I can’t help but think, though, that even though they no doubt convinced many of the usual suspects that Charlottesville was a sign of the connection between white people, Trump, and violence, that most Americans were readily able to see it as a concocted event, their outrage as something much closer to gleeful joy, and their overarching aims something dark, sinister, awful, and terrible.
By their fruits shall you know them. The fruits of the Left are death, pain, murder, hunger, torture, mass imprisonment, and soul searing horror.