Voting a Guilty Man Free

Why do we see the political Left grinding the rights of businesses under the jackboot of liberal fascism? Quixotically, what they’re doing is a lot like a jury voting a guilty man free.

For example, do you trust the fairness of the American justice system? If not then voting a guilty man innocent is the only way you can feel in your jaded heart of hearts that the legal system works the way it is “supposed” to work.

Similarly, the proponents of liberal utopianism can never truly feel comforted in the feeling that the fate of the nation is actually under the hegemony of a secular, socialism without some kind of proof.

Think about the kind of proof that the liberal media requires: to understand that there actually is freedom of the press they feel compelled to take absurd, ideological-motivated positions against Americanism and even lie in print again and again and if they do not go missing they know they are free to print any damned thing they wish.

Similarly, the proponents of liberal utopianism can only appreciate the personal and economic freedoms in America—all of which are grounded in social and cultural conventions that have been established over 1,000s of years of human overcoming of every evil imaginable—by trading all of these freedoms for the evils for the liberal fascism of the socialist dictator. Sadly, the Left feels compelled to vote for moral relevancy even despite the fact it undermines the liberty to vote.

Essentially, proponents of liberal utopianism must destroy everything that is good to know that it was not all that bad. And that is why Western civilization is in decline.  And that is also why science has been corrupted. There is no integrity in dishonor just as there is no reason in superstition.

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Hot World Syndrome—fear of a hotter, more intimidating world than it actually is prompting a desire for more protection than is warranted by any actual threat. A Chance Meeting– We toured south along the Bicentennial Bike Trail in the Summer of 1980, working up appetites covering ~70 miles per day and staying at hiker/biker campgrounds at night along the Oregon/California coast (they were 50¢ a day at that time). The day's ride over, and after setting up tents, hitting the showers, and making a run to a close-by store, it was time to relax. The third in our little bicycle tour group, Tom, was about 30 yards away conversing with another knot of riders and treating himself to an entire cheesecake for dinner. He probably figured Jim and I would joke about what a pig he was eating that whole pie and decided to eat among strangers. Three hours later after sharing stories and remarking on a few coincidences that turned up here and there, Tom and one of the former strangers realized they were cousins, meeting in this most unlikely place for the first time. ~Mac
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