"The anarchist's coming is all Satan's work. All his power and signs and miracles are fake, evil sleight of hand that plays to the gallery of those who hate the truth that could save them. And since they're so obsessed with evil, God rubs their noses in it – gives them what they want. Since they refuse to trust truth, they're banished to their chosen world of lies and illusions."
– Thessalonians 2:9, from The Message
For a time, 9-11 shattered the confidence of America's liberals. Some actually began to wonder about the existence of evil – a concept they had long ago consigned to the "delusionary religious right." In fact, the "religious right" was as close to pure evil incarnate as most liberals were capable of comprehending. After all, didn't these deluded religious zealots campaign for the rights of not-yet-born children, oppose the human cloning that liberals expect to usher in eternal life, derail "free" health care for the world's immigrants and deny homosexuals – that most persecuted of American minorities – the right of holy matrimony and the joy of a joint tax return?
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But that was then, this is now. Despite the high-profile abduction, rape and murder of children from their homes; despite the beating deaths of two men unfortunate enough to have a traffic accident in Chicago; despite the ascendancy of greed to the corporate temple of the boardroom and the executive suite; despite the sacrifice of tens of thousands of ordinary American's pensions and retirement dreams to feed the egotistical lust of some of America's most respected business leaders; despite the impending murder of more of our citizens by militant Islamic extremists – despite all of this – political correctness is back. In fact, it has staged a rally that Wall Street could only dream about.
Liberals view the world through politically correct eyeshades. These appear to be passed on at birth. In the midst of the 9-11 horror, some liberals removed their protective eyewear and were shocked to see the world as it really is: filled in part with angry, violent people whose joy is our pain. With their hands shaking, America's liberals replaced the glasses, and turned to the hand wringing they find so comforting: Whatever did we do to make them so angry? And what can we give them to make them stop hurting us?
For liberals, the answers are simple. We can give murderers and rapists our children for their gratification. Then we can dedicate our lives to "reforming" the perpetrators. We can rely on vigilante justice administered by multicultural gangs to enforce the traffic laws in Chicago, while we fund yet another study to discover why young people are so violent. We can lament the transfer of wealth via accounting fraud from those who have spent their lives earning it, into the bank accounts and mansions of those who have stolen it, while we pass yet another law to "make sure this never happens again."
Then, we can all gather amidst our New Age crystals while they channel psychic energy into our global consciousness, chant "Om" together while we wring our hands in unison, and when we've cleared our minds we can get down to the important business of figuring out what we did to bring about this unproductive (nonjudgmental term) behavior in these poor, unfortunate victims of American society.
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Political correctness sees a world that never has and never can exist. To preserve that utopian vision, liberals will destroy the world and the nation that God gave us, if we allow them – regardless of which political party they inhabit – to continue on in their insanity.
If America is to survive as other than a Muslim nation – which is the intent of our enemies – we had better begin erasing academic tenure, cleaning up the publishing and entertainment industries, and demanding public accountability from publicly supported institutions and leaders.
The alternative is our funeral ceremony as a nation, conducted by hand-wringing liberals dressed in Muslim garb and reading about tolerance from the Koran.