It wasn’t that long ago that in some circles the one sure fire way to be accused of being a fascist was to suggest that people should maybe have upright sexual morality and maybe keep it in their pant till marriage was the best policy after all.
The Left and too much of the rest of the culture has essentially defined sexual license as the sum total of the pursuit of happiness. It’s why sex and whatever helps there be more sex (like abortion) is just about the only thing the Statists “common sense regulations” must never, ever touch.
Simply, too many people have a notion of Liberty that rises no higher than someone’s crotch.
Toss in empathy for the guilty, the offender, but none for the helpless that cannot be seen on the nightly news and you’ve the modern Left.
Dear Ruru,
I have recently been wondering if the psychedelic craze of the sixties had something to do with Western moral meltdown — a terrible misuse of the art and science of medicine to plop people into a mental world in which truth itself breaks down and matters take on a fantastic aspect. The occasion for this for me was a recollection of an ostensibly hauntingly romantic song by the Moody Blues, “Nights in White Satin.” A closer look at it reveals its “trippy” elements, and even the official You Tube video has “trippy” imagery. The lyrics confess not knowing what is true anymore, and don’t comprehend the oxymoron in multiple nights, each one of which “never reaches an end.”
Traditional Christians railed at this kind of thing, as would be expected, but perhaps did less well at making the positive case for Jesus as the Truth, Way, and Life. Without making that positive case, it is so easy to come off as the perennial “fuddy duddy” who is ignorant by arbitrary bias. Rather, those who have chosen to accept being His will reject certain thoughts as being from His enemy.
Jesus, in fact, is Sanity. But He isn’t always wisdom as the world teaches it.