The other day it was a crowd of people cheering the big shot Evangelical without a conscience for all the vengeance killing (give or take a couple of innocents). (And yes, it’s vengeance killing when people cheer.) Last evening, the bloodthirsty mob was cheering for young adults dying because they couldn’t afford health care.
“Yeah!”
The thing that used to be conservatism is officially insane. The Wall Street Journal has its work cut out for it doing more damage control by explaining away that appalling display as Down Home Folk Showing Them Damn Libruls Whut Fer.
But, of course, that crowd was prolife as is the GOP, so feeling ill about that disgusting display is forbidden and means you secretly support abortion and are a Marxist and hate America–and God.
That cheer brings me a certain measure of clarity: We have been without insurance due to insane Washington state laws for several years. Should my wife or children become gravely ill and die (God forbid) I know now that that audience and the people on that stage sucking up to their vote would feel, not pity, but verification of their abstract theories about economics at their deaths. No. I won’t be supporting those people for a good long time. People who cheer for the death of sick people are my enemies, wishing death on my family for the crime of not being able to afford insurance. I pray for them and bless them as Jesus says to do. But I will do nothing to strengthen their hands because they cheer for evil just as much as the most zealous abortion supporter. Farewell to them for good.