Ben & Jerry’s: Shills for Sodomy

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While the Muslim jihad crowd goes all around the world killing people, the left-wing jidrools at Ben & Jerry’s won’t let you have two scoops of the same flavored ice cream until Australia legalizes homosexual pseudomarriage ( https://townhall.com/columnists/michaelbrown/2017/05/25/ben-and-jerrys-proves-samesex-marriage-is-not-marriage-n2331661 ).

Oh, what sublime reasoning! See, if you’re not allowed to order two scoops of the same flavor on your ice cream cone, you will instantly understand and come round to believing in same-sex parodies of marriage.  Say the libs at Ben & Jerry’s, “This doesn’t even begin to compare to how furious you’d be if you were told you were not allowed to marry the person you love.” Because–oh, what wisdom! oh, what insight!–“Love comes in all flavors!”

(“I’ll take some incest flavor, please…” “Oh, pedophilia for me!” All flavors.)

First liberals gave a bad name to liberalism. That’s why they now call themselves “progressives.” They have also succeeded in giving a bad name to “smart” and “justice,” and now do it to “love.” When liberals use those words, you should know that something wicked this way comes.

I always felt an aversion to Ben & Jerry’s ice cream. Now I know why. If their ice cream’s as dirty as their ideology, it isn’t safe to eat it.

We’re Living in Jurassic Park

From the movie, “Jurassic Park”: This is what can happen when all those little glitches build up to a critical mass…

You know the story. Thinking ahead to nothing beyond getting rich or becoming famous, a bunch of money men and scientists and lawyers decide to clone dinosaurs and put them in a theme park.

They believe they are totally in control of their project.

But one by one, two by two, and three by three, little teeny-weeny things are going wrong. Because they are impressed by their own credentials and utterly convinced that they’re in control, they don’t even notice increasing randomness that’s taking over the park–until it’s too late.

The crowning disaster is brought on by something trivial. Because they had to turn off and then restart the park’s computer, and then they got everything working again, no one noticed that the park came back on line using auxiliary power only, and should have been switched on to the main power supply. Suddenly the auxiliary power was all used up and the dinosaurs started eating everybody. Just a little slip like that, and the whole thing goes up in smoke.

Tell me the daily news doesn’t remind you of that.

Let’s see… whole Middle Eastern populations pouring into Europe, mass shootings all over America (although decades ago, when per capita gun ownership in the U.S. was many times greater than it is now, there were no mass shootings), stock markets tanking, judges throwing people into prison for not taking part in homosexual parodies of marriage, you’re $100,000 in student loan debt and can’t get a job, intellectuals taking the time to invent “gender-neutral” pronouns to be used in place of human speech, and here comes the Chinese Navy…

Sure looks like a lot of our sub-systems breaking down, trending toward total system failure.

But it’s only what we get, and what people have always gotten, for turning away from God and turning toward the mirror when it’s time to worship.

“There is no cause for alarm. Everything is under control.” Not.

When the Lord is really mad at us, He lets us have our way.

The Folly of Mohammed-Mocking

Do we even know what “freedom of speech” is, anymore?

Happily no one was killed at last night’s “Draw Mohammed” contest in Phoenix. There are a lot of angry people on hand, but there were also a lot of police who were ready to deal with any trouble. You will remember that, when they had a “Draw Mohammed” in Houston, people got shot.

Current events are confusing me. Apparently “freedom of speech” means you have an absolute right to insult religious people and mock their beliefs–something which Christians in America have known for quite some time, and Muslims are just finding out.

But apparently it also means that if you are a religious person, especially if you are a Christian, you may be forced to say and do things that are an outrage to your conscience: to take an active part, for instance, in a same-sex parody of marriage.

It seems to mean that a religious person, especially a Christian, must tamely put up with speech that seeks to refute his beliefs. But at the same time, no atheist has to tolerate seeing or hearing any kind of religious expression. One atheist can stifle a whole town’s prayers.

You can see how it gets confusing.

I don’t think much of Draw Mohammed contests. Other than to provoke Muslims to violence, what’s the point?

If it’s “to exercise free speech,” then it seems to be the kind of free speech exercised by Caliban, the monster in Shakespeare’s The Tempest: all he knew how to do was curse.

As a Christian, I naturally don’t believe in Islam. As a civilized human being, I hate the savagery practiced by Muslims all over the Middle East and Africa.

But is the only use of free speech to curse at things which others hold sacred? Is that all we know how to do with our freedom?

St. Paul preached to pagans. Did he ever try to convert them by telling dirty jokes about their gods? “So Zeus comes home drunk one night, and Hera’s waiting for him with a rolling pin…” No, he did not. Indeed, he cited their own poets in support of his Christian teaching, in his sermon to the sophomoric pagans of Athens (see Acts 17). Mockery was not found in Paul’s evangelistic tool kit.

If Muslims will make war, it’s righteous to make war right back at them, and defeat them–which the West could easily do, if the leaders had the stomach for it. If they will commit acts of violence against their neighbors, it’s righteous to punish them severely–whatever it takes to ensure the domestic tranquility.

But if they will live in peace, then Christians most certainly ought to live in peace with them. We do our Lord Jesus Christ no service by joining the Caliban crowd in gratuitously offending Muslims.

“Hey, guys! Now you know how we feel, when they hand over our tax dollars to some cockroach whose ‘art’ is to dunk a crucifix in urine! Now you know exactly how we feel.”

It’s what the ungodly do. It’s not what we should do.

Happy Birthday to Me

Today I have become an official and bona fide Old Man–no more pretense of youth. Somehow in today’s mangling of the English language, the word “older” has come to mean “less old than old.” So maybe for a few years I could get away with being “older.”

But no–I am now old, and I mean to make the most of it. And having long watched The Last of the Summer Wine and Waiting for God, these classic British sitcoms have taught me exactly what to do, to make that second childhood as much fun as the first. Maybe more fun: I don’t have to go to school, and no one can make me eat cauliflower.

Yes, I know old age is not all fricasseed frogs and eel stew. For one thing, by now most of the people I have known and loved have gone before me, and almost all of the places that I’ve known and loved have been torn down, wiped out, paved over as if they never were. Like maybe I just dreamed them.

I don’t expect ever to retire. Writers don’t. Anyway, it took me so flaming long to reach the point of actually being a writer, I still feel like I’ve only just gotten started.

Who knows? The way things are going with my country, I may yet get arrested for failing to “celebrate” a same-sex parody of marriage, or the unspeakable crime of Climate Change Denial (which is so insulting to those smart people who know what’s best for us!), or praying.

Near the end of his life, the philosopher and former lawgiver, Solon, saw his home city of Athens fall to a dictatorship. So Solon opposed the dictator, loudly and energetically: which made his friends worry about his future. “Don’t you know that dictator is a dangerous man?” they asked. “What gives you the courage to oppose him?”

“Old age,” answered Solon.

May it be so for all of us–because it may be a long, long time before the younger folks can wipe the sleepers from their eyes.