A friend with whom I was walking stopped at the booth of Ben Kallos, city councilman, at a street fair in Manhattan this weekend.
(For those of you fortunate enough to avoid large cities, a “street fair” consists of booths set up along either side of a street that has been closed to vehicular traffic [and yep, that jams the surrounding roads more than usual. It’s also noisy and noxious to those who live on the block]. Merchants selling food and clothing usually rent these booths, though charities, hospitals, and obviously politicians do so as well. Often, musicians perform, and the more elaborate fairs may even feature carnival rides.)
I give professional thieves and murderers, a.k.a. politicians and bureaucrats, a very wide berth. All I want from these predators is freedom, which is, of course, the only good they refuse us in this lavish age of “free” medical insurance, education, food-stamps, housing, etc. So perhaps it is usual at street fairs for politicians to set a large box of condoms, alone but for some propaganda and thus doubly emphatic, on the sole table in their booth.
I was stunned and deeply offended. When my friend finished speaking with the underling minding the booth, I said, “What do you have this here for? There are little kids passing by. You’re promoting promiscuity.”
To which the underling smugly replied, “That’s not the message we think we’re sending.” Yeah, right. But even if the dude weren’t lying, what we think in Progressive America is reality. A guy claims he’s female, and presto, he is. A perverted politician’s minion simpers that displaying a vat of condoms isn’t the State’s tasteless and shameful endorsement of sodomy, so it isn’t.
Nonetheless, I tried again. “You’re using our taxes to buy these things, and I object. This is disgusting.” But I might as well have said, “Taxation is theft” for all La Minion’s smirking and eye-rolling.
Our supremely arrogant Rulers roam about as ravening lions, seeking whom they may devour, destroying innocence, mocking the Lord’s Day, ruining street fairs with their filth. Remarkably, I had just that hour left Morning Worship, in which a devout Christian prayed at length for the sort of slime I now encountered, beseeching God to bless officials so that they might rule justly, promoting virtue and restraining vice. Really? On what planet do these Christians live?
Pray with me instead that the revolution overthrowing the State and its unspeakable evil comes soon.
11:57 am on May 23, 2016
