When the "Nice People" Want to Kill You

Two years ago, after some medical treatment following my third heart attack following the Mark Steyn Adriatic Cruise, I took a cab to Milan's central station to board one of the most agreeable trains I've ever ridden. The dining car had an excellent wine list, better than most restaurants.

I don't recall the station being quite as impressive as the train, but it had a handsome atrium. I remember standing awhile and looking up at the ceiling. I wouldn't do that today, because I might fail to spot the incoming projectile and duck in time. This was the scene yesterday:

What were they rioting over? Well, I saw one report describing it as an ad hoc alliance of pro-Palestinians, leftist unions objecting to Meloni, and assorted neighbourhood "migrants".

Whatever. It doesn't really matter, does it? I mean, it's not like twenty-five arrests at a Tommy Robinson rally, two-thirds of whom turn out to be anti-Tommy counter-protesters. All that can be said for certain is that, if you live almost anywhere in the western world, violence is in your future. For the moment, it comes overwhelmingly from the political left and their various shock-troops, whether Antifa or your local migrant sex-fiends. Because the left are the most turned on by it. Even the comparatively peaceful ones can't stop salivating over the thought of killing you. Here, for example, a perfectly nice respectable American lady - probably listens to NPR - has a grand old time beheading an effigy of Trump....

Do stay tuned for the punchline. At the end she turns around and has what we used to call the golden rule emblazoned all over her T-shirt:

The American left's universal indulgence of the language of political violence and, when acted upon, its consequences has no equivalent on the right. The other side certainly has its fancies: a lot of conservatives think Barack Obama was born in the coastal hospital at Mombassa, and his wife is packing a little extra; Candace Owens and many of her listeners seem to believe that the First Lady of France is another of those bepenised women so fashionable nowadays. In the present condition of the world, I wouldn't rule anything out. But these are not equivalent obsessions: Mme Macron's accoutrement is a harmless peccadillo compared to "Let's do JK Rowling next!", or "Let's all go to that Denver gay bar. The Charlie Kirks are on me!", or "Trump is a Fascist tyrant because there's no way I could really have lost to him electorally..." And so it goes from presidential candidates to media personalities to Denver bartenders. In a society where ordering and serving a cup of totally garbage Starbucks "coffee" is a political act, there is no society - and no possibility of anything recognisable as society.
And yet the Left, in the media and the education system and elsewhere, retains a monopoly of virtue: Hate has no home here! Save the planet! Love wins! Black lives matter!
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Bloodlust mixed with moral preening is a uniquely toxic cocktail and, unlike those available at the R&R bar in Denver, it will not be content with merely a single shot.

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