To the Evil Left, that word does not mean what you think it means.
Having been raised a liberal who became a conservative, I have long been an advocate of dialogue. Of finding the middle way. Of reaching a consensus. Knowing both sides of the aisle as I do, I had thought that there might be some point at which our two sides might find common ground or a way of living with one another.
I will now finally admit that is simply not a possibility. I take no joy in that, but there comes a time when one must admit that compromise is impossible, and that to search for it involves capitulation with alleged human beings who have blinded themselves to all but the basest of pursuits and desires. There comes a time at which hope ends, and one realizes that we can no longer live with one another. It is a sad realization, but one that is based on a harsh, unforgiving reality. Long had I hoped that cooler heads might prevail, that we could see eye to eye on something. But whether it is because of the internet, our feckless leaders, or the inherent sinfulness of mankind, we must admit that the breach between the insanity of the Left and the rest of the world is simply too large and wide to bridge. It would take an act of God to bring about reconciliation. And for better or worse, He has chosen to leave us to our own devices. The Old Testament prophets warned that those who sought their will above all else would reap the whirlwind. And the people in power have done just that. How long they evade the chaos that they have seeded will be up to the Almighty.
Well, from another point of view it isn’t cause for sadness, not really. For any sane, upright American who still holds the ideals of our Constitution and Founding dear to his heart, the very notion of “compromise” with soulless totalitarian thugs can only be anathema—a consummation not devoutly to be wished, but to be eschewed.
The unbridgeable chasm between Us and Them is inevitable, right, and above all, necessary. What we have here is nothing whatsoever new; this is a conflict as old as that between Good and Evil itself, amounting to the same exact thing throughout the ages, really. We should all be grateful to God that He’s seen fit to grant us the opportunity to resist them with all our might, to our last dying breath if that’s what it takes. To my way of thinking that’s cause not for mourning, but for celebration and joy.