Someone Else Gets It

     Hearken to Toni Williams:

     The Left has been a cult of death for years. Open borders for rapes, murders, child trafficking and deadly drugs. Abortion up to birth. War, war and more war. The Sacraments of Liberal Ideology all involve death. Watching people I know and love cheering the feeding of the Russia-Ukraine War Machine, reminds us how much they worship death. Not theirs, naturally, but everyone else’s.

     Let’s not forget:

• the opposition to farming with agrochemicals;
• the promotion of animosity between the sexes;
• the hostility to families of more than two children;
• the forcible medication of boys to render them docile;
• the protection of murderers from “oppressed” minorities;
• the ruthless treatment of children in the “public” schools;
• the promotion of consciousness-dulling drugs for “anxiety;”
• the suppression of the energy industries for “global warming.”

     In a nutshell: if it’s pro-life, or if it provides a valuable support to life, the Left is against it. If it’s anti-life, or would inhibit the healthy expansion of life, the Left is for it. War? Why not? It would thin out the surplus population!

     Popular awareness of this pattern is rising. If it crests, the Left and those who fatten from its enterprises had better look to their levees.

     “There’s only two forces that really matter,” he said. “Life and death. Everything else is a sideshow. When we work to live, and to make more life, and to take pleasure in life and help others do the same, that’s healthy. That’s freedom. But the people of Earth weren’t free. They were surrounded by their States. By death. And the States never let up for a moment. So they couldn’t make more life, or take a lot of pleasure in it. They had to distract themselves from all the death hemming them in. All the bodies piled up around them.” He rose and turned to her at last, and she rose in response. Tears trickled down his face. “But our ancestors chose life. The Spoonerites made the Great Sacrifice and broke the circle, so our ancestors could get free.” He wiped at his tears and smiled, a peculiar compound of pity for those who had died in bondage and gratitude that he and she and their compatriots would not. “We are so lucky.”

     [From Which Art In Hope]

     Will our descendants feel lucky?