Modern liberalism is an acid that burns through everything it touches. The Church has shriveled in proportion to its exposure to it. Now those who have long sought its death present themselves, carrying more of this acid, as its healer, and even, as Thomas Cahill wrote in the New York Times, finger Pope John Paul II, who resisted it, as the Church’s enemy…. He then proposes a “solution,” which amounts to trading the teachings of Jesus Christ for modern liberalism.
— St. Peter’s in Chains By George Neumayr in The American Spectator
NEWMAYR’S OBSERVATION that “Modern liberalism is an acid that burns through everything it touches” is of the moment. Today’s progressivism/liberalism (ProgLibIsm) is as dark as the various icons it worships with an almost perverted frenzy.
Give me back the Berlin wall
Give me Stalin and St. Paul
Give me Christ
Or give me Hiroshima
Destroy another fetus now
We don’t like children anyhow
I’ve seen the future, baby: It is murder
– – Leonard Cohen
As a one-time card-carrying member of the Culture of Death, I’ve felt the acid burn out the soul and replace it with the dead-end secular totems of possessions, fashion, sexuality, and ego-uber-alles. There is no faux-Randian “virtue of selfishness” when the ProgLibs wield it. I’ve used selfishness to “enhance” my own life and I’ve had “selfishness” used on me in turn to enhance the lives of others.
Money and things drive the ProgLib elites and their unAmerican culture. Vows have zero meaning to them. Truth, less than zero.
In ProgLibIsm people are traded for houses much as a fresh bottle of wine is picked up at the grocery store while the drained ones are hidden in the trash.
Commitment and duty have no place in ProgLibIsm — everything is reduced to “lifestyle” choices in which, since people are only things — only soulless lumps and clumps of cells that have grown credit ratings — they can easily be replaced by other things or other people to be used as things, as draft animals for hauling bloated egos around the landscape, as checkbooks that pay for frantic feminine fantasies and self-fulfillment until at last they are overdrawn. The is no god in this Brave New 1984 World unless it is the god of Get Yours. read more