Laughing At God
March 18, 2014 by Ben Crystal
Most of you who regularly peruse the digital pages of Personal Liberty Digestâ˘ have no doubt referred to our liberal friends as âsheepleâ or noted their tendency to âdrink the Kool-Aidâ or employed some similar, and similarly pejorative, allusion to the leftâs monolithic lack of intellectual heterogeneity. I wonât fault you for that. I would offer a caveat, however.
Call it an adjunct to the Golden Rule. Donât assume the Democrat in front of you is dumber than a box of hair just because the Democrat to his left canât form a complete sentence without cribbing it from MSNBC. Just because comedian Bill Maher has reached the penthouse level of liberal politics doesnât mean all Democrats share his white-hot hatred for women, common decency and — according to President Barack Obamaâs million-dollar man, Maher himself — God.
During a visit to the sad remnants of NBCâs once-respected âMeet the Press,â Maher crowed God is a âpsychotic mass murderer.â Maherâs remarks were stupidly sacrilegious; I suspect intentionally so. Considering the fact that he once vanity-produced an entire feature-length rant about hating religion, I donât think there are too many folks who are as yet unaware that Maher has a low opinion of the Creator.
Donât misunderstand my intent. Obviously, I do not speak for God. He neither needs, nor wants, my help. And much like every single human being not named Jesus Christ, Iâm not qualified for the gig. If Maher or his fellow Democratic âfunnyâ person Sarah Silverman wants to deny the Maker, he or she is welcome to it. They donât have to acknowledge God, although He certainly knows them.
But just because a Democratic superstar like Maher is gambling against perdition doesnât mean that the sad sacks who laugh at his misogyny have booked the same passage, does it? Surely, not all Democrats loathe the Lord like Maher. I do seem to recall a fairly sizable group of scab protesters hired by the Democrats cheerfully shouting âHail Satan!â in Austin, Texas, last summer. And, to the best of my recollection, they gathered in support of abortion. I harbor no illusions about speaking on behalf of the Almighty, but I feel pretty confident that He has an even lower opinion of abortion than He does of Maher (who can still be forgiven, by the way).
Still, Iâd hate to fall into the same judgmental trap into which the Democrats blunder every time they see a guy unfurl a Confederate flag (hardly a crime) at a Tea Party rally. An embittered actor with serious mommy issues and a bunch of shrieking abortion harpies shouldnât force the entire left into therapy, right?
And yet, I recall the Democratsâ Presidential nominating convention in 2012. During the debate over the simple inclusion of God in their official party platform, the floor erupted in a rousing chorus of boos. Thatâs probably worth repeating, Obama-style. Let me be clear: They. Booed. God.
Our Democrat friends seem quite comfortable tarring us all with the same brush. And when they canât find an instance that sufficiently elevates their gorge, they just invent one; Representative John Lewisâs infamous âphantom spittleâ incident comes to mind. Each time they do manage to link some semi-fictional episode to every conservative from Fort Lauderdale, Fla., to Fairbanks, Alaska, I not only object, I actually pity them just a bit. How ugly their world must be, so skewed by hatred for and fear of everyone and everything different than they.
But I urge you all to remember: Donât sink to their level. Just because one of the most powerful and visible members of their party hierarchy, a passel of pro-abortion protesters and a healthy helping of their conventioneers are blaspheming lunatics doesnât mean all Democrats are blaspheming lunatics, does it?
I by no means intend to sermonize. God knows who I am, and He knows Iâm far from sainthood. But Maher and his fellow liberals donât just deny the Savior; they hate Him. Whatever they might be risking is their own proverbial cross to bear. But if the Democrats hate Him, imagine how they feel about you.