Brotherly Love Trumps Hate
“Love Trumps Hate.” That’s what we keep hearing from the Left.
Well in Philadelphia, the city of brotherly love, some loving, tolerant individuals decided to celebrate their annual procession around our sun by bludgeoning a pinata in the likeness of Republican Senator Pat Toomey.
Once the effigy had been knocked to the ground, it was stomped on to the cheers and celebration of the onlookers.
To add insult to injury, the pinata was filled with condoms and lube.
I find myself suddenly reminded of the Two Minute Hate from Orwell’s magnum opus, 1984.
“The horrible thing about the Two Minutes Hate was not that one was obliged to act a part, but that it was impossible to avoid joining in. Within thirty seconds any pretence was always unnecessary. A hideous ecstasy of fear and vindictiveness, a desire to kill, to torture, to smash faces in with a sledge hammer, seemed to flow through the whole group of people like an electric current, turning one even against one’s will into a grimacing, screaming lunatic. And yet the rage that one felt was an abstract, undirected emotion which could be switched from one object to another like the flame of a blowlamp.”
This is a sickness.
I have never been to a birthday party or NRA meeting that had a Pinata of Diane Feinstein or Chuck Schumer filled with ammo.
It doesn’t take much to go from smashing in the face of a pinata to smashing in the face of a person when consumed by this much hate.
This is going to get worse before it gets better.