I love the way liberals think, if that’s what you want to call it. Yesterday we read about an op ed in the, ahem, New York Times (blocked from reading the article itself) by some yo-yo who bragged about raising her daughters to believe there’s no such thing as sin, and not even to use the word.
Yeah, yeah: “My family life sucked, therefor the family is bad and it takes a village to raise a child. And my marriage sucks, therefor marriage is outmoded and bad and needs to be radically transformed.” You can think of as many examples of this as I can. And if they all lead back to Hillary Clinton, I can’t help it. I’d rather they led back to Victor Borge. Then we’d at least get a laugh.
One reels in awe of Ms. Op Ed’s towering simple-mindedness, at the vastness of her un-awareness. Like, what’s she gonna say when she catches one of her daughters, now aged 12, say, stealing money out of mama’s pocketbook? It wouldn’t be natural–although libs do “unnatural” better than anyone–for her not to say anything. “What the dickens are you doing in my pocketbook! Get your hands out of there!”
And what’s she gonna say when the kid asks, “Why?”
“Because it’s wrong!”
“What’s wrong about it?”
Well, mama can’t resort to “Thou shalt not steal,” can she? Not without forfeiting all the thumbs-ups awarded her by atheists. The best she can do is, “Because I said so!”, which has satisfied no child since time began; or, more honestly, “Because I’ll wale the tar out of you if you do!” And we fall back on how humanists organize society. Whoever has the keys to the gulag gets to make the rules.
If you’ve been wondering why people in San Francisco poo on the public sidewalk, why naked men are popping up in neighborhoods all over America, and the culture is starting to look and sound like cuckoo for cocoa puffs–
Well, that’s what you get when Godless fat-heads make the rules.