I wish I had a dime for every time someone has maliciously lied about me during my 18 years in office.
I could retire the national debt.
If I took every instance of people with an agenda in the culture wars who lied about things I’ve supposedly done or things I’ve supposedly said and wrote them each on a separate piece of paper and laid those papers end to end, I could make a trail of lies that would go from here to Kansas.
When I was pro choice, the pro life people lied about me.
When I was pro life, the pro abortion people like about me.
I’ve had people put stories on the internet about how they heard me say something or other at speeches I never gave in places I’ve never been. I’ve had people I’ve never met give long, detailed descriptions of things I never said in conversations I never had.
The people who seem to know the most about me, including my deepest motivations, desires, and beliefs, are almost always people who’ve never met me.
I’ve been the object of witch hunts. Not once. Not twice. But as a way of life.
Because I was pro choice.
Because I am pro life.
Because I believe the Bible.
Because I do what I think is right and let the blamed chips fall.
Do I believe that what has happened to Sister Jane in North Carolina and what happened to the priest who refused communion to a woman in Washington state are part of a widespread and systemic pattern of hazing and witch hunting against traditional Christians who support traditional marriage?
Do I think we need to stand behind our own people when they are attacked in this manner?
I can tell you from personal experience that the people who are the best at standing with their own are the pro abortion, pro gay marriage crowd.
Those of us who favor traditional marriage and are pro life, have a real tendency to either stand back and watch while our people get machine-gunned, or to join in with the attackers by (1) believing their lies, (2) passing on their lies, (3) dumping our people and running away from them when they get in trouble.
I said it last night, and I’m going to say it again. If the bishop and priest who cashiered Sister Jane had my back, I would stand against a wall.