Time For Left and Right to Work Together

Left and Right need to work together, for instance why can’t Rachel Maddow and Fox News can come together on some issues like stopping human trafficking and change things? Watch this clip from Darkwood Brew of my comments on the unity issue. Then you may watch the whole program HERE.

About Frank Schaeffer

Frank Schaeffer is an American author, film director, screenwriter and public speaker. He is the son of the late theologian and author Francis Schaeffer. He became a Hollywood film director and author, writing several internationally acclaimed novels including And God Said, "Billy!" as well as the Calvin Becker Trilogy depicting life in a fundamentalist mission home-- Portofino, Zermatt, and Saving Grandma.

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    This is interesting. So some part of you still believes in truth. For instance, in your misopatria-befuddled brain, human trafficking is still evil? Is that true?

    There are implications. For instance isn’t it true that W launched a massive initiative against human trafficking domestically and abroad. Isn’t it true that before he took office less than five states even had laws against trafficking but by the time he left they all had laws or had bills under way? Isn’t it true that W directed the State Department to collect information on trafficking around the world? Isn’t it also true that Ohbummer has slowed or stopped all the foreign and domestic initiatives Bush set in place to combat human trafficking? It is true but okay, let’s not go there. You’re still heavily into the “Hate Bush”/”Worship Barry” mantra of your new leftism. But consider some other realities: who is it who is and has been the prime movers behind human trafficking? Isn’t it Ohbummer’s buddies in the newly sprung Arab nations? See there’s a lot of truth about human trafficking that militates against Madcow ever taking our side on it.

    But really, no one can have this discussion with you Franky. You’ve set up minefields at every approach to your soul. You will fly into frenzied denial and babble vehemently about the right wings and left wings and billionaires and what have you.

    I wish we could dial back time a few decades, back into last century, back before you snapped and you and I could sit down in the garden outside the doorway of your little downstairs flat in Chesieres and have it out in a civilized manner over a glass of French wine. I would know now what to say to you. But I fear you’re far too far gone. You wouldn’t listen. You’re so wrapped up in your delusions and your hatred and bitterness and whatever else.

    I mean since I came out and started calling you on your b.s. you haven’t responded once to me. You’ve been aloof and silent, as though my points weren’t worthy of attention. This has been your stance although before, when you thought you might sucker me into joining your slide into paganism, you were all cordiality and magnanimity. At first I was curious, then incredulous, then wounded, then wondering, then I slowly began to become angry, then sad and now I’m merely melancholy and pitying. I just stopped by to see what you’re writing, after not caring for half a year, because I figured that with all the truth about Ohbummer hitting the airwaves now, surely now you must see where you went astray. But not yet apparently.

    Don’t die yet, Franky. As long as you draw breath there’s hope for you.

    cheers from your beloved Baptist friends.