The
other day I made the frequent mistake of venturing into the comments
thread of an article on a conservative web site.
It is not a mistake of going to
the wrong sort of web site. After all, I am
a conservative.
It is not a mistake because of that. No. It is a mistake because such
places are invariably invaded by those who hate conservative ideals,
whose only motivation
and
desire
is to shut—and
shout—those
ideals down.
Their
tools are slander, vituperation, vilification, hatred, and a twisted
“logic” that is unique to those who want what they want and the
Truth—and
the rights of others—be
damned. Among other things, they
fail—or,
rather, refuse—to
recognize the simple,
common
sense logic that the presence of the government
established by the Constitution of the United States of America
does not constitute a Constitution-free zone.
In
other words, no person surrenders their Constitutional Rights by
being a member of the government established
by
the Constitution that recognizes, and was formulated
for the protection of, those rights. When you enter a government
establishment you do not leave your rights at the door.
The
very basis of the foundation of our government
is alluded to—if
not actually established—in
the Declaration
of Independence: “We hold these Truths
to
be self-evident: That all men are created equal,
that
they are endowed by their Creator with certain
unalienable rights; that among these rights are life, liberty, and
the pursuit of happiness.”
Note
that you are not guaranteed happiness, but only the pursuit of it. If
happiness itself were a
creator-endowed, unalienable right, then I would,
by now, be a grandfather with a quiver full of children
and a yard full of grandchildren. Happiness,
though,
is not guaranteed, so I have the life I have,
my
own happiness ruined, bull-rushed, and trampled
upon
by those in the head-long, greedy blitz toward
their own chosen profligacies, it seemingly never entering their
wicked little—and,
yes, I do
mean little—minds
that they are not Constitutionally guaranteed the right to pursue
their own twisted perversion of happiness at the expense of my
happiness. That they have no right to force me to participate in the
celebration of what I see as evil, wicked, twisted, perversion and
sin seems to be an alien concept to them.
There
are even those who insist that two of our founding fathers, Hamilton
and Jefferson, hated religion and were trying to free Americans from
its grasp. They seem blissfully unaware of the fact that Jefferson
made certain that churches
would be allowed to use the House of Representatives
chamber as their place of worship,
and that, according to Dr. Robert P. George, the McCormick
Professor of Jurisprudence, and Director
of the James Madison Program in American Ideals and Institutions at
Princeton University, there
is reason to believe that, “Let us with caution
indulge the supposition that morality can be maintained without
religion. Whatever may be conceded to the influence of refined
education on
minds of peculiar structure, reason and experience
both forbid us to expect that national morality can prevail in
exclusion of religious principle” were
drafted—not
by Washington, in whose farewell address
they appear—but
by Hamilton. So
history
calls a liar the person who would assert that Hamilton and Jefferson
were at war with religion, because such an assertion is simply not
true.
The
Truth, though, never withstands in the minds
of these miscreants of mindful malediction, these purveyors of
prurient putrefaction, these simpering sycophants of slanderous
surveyal, these hate-filled halogens
of
hyper-critical histrionics. They care nothing
at
all for the Truth. The only thing that matters to them is that
their own accepted views prevail—and
the Truth—and,
therefore, the actual facts of the matter—be
damned. They
care only that their agenda go forth. If
the
rights of others get trampled in the process, so be it; they care
not, so long as their own supremacy
be established in that same process.
They are Hitler and his dogs, Caesar and his lions, Nero and his
torches. If you
stand athwart their goals, to the flames with
you—and
may your sky
fairy
help you if they
can.
Our
God can!
You
see, the whole reason that they engage in
such
childish pursuits as hyper-critical histrionics
and
the like is to shout down what they cannot
countenance,
and thereby maintain the delusion
that what they cannot countenance does not actually exist. But there
is a problem there.
No
more than it would be sensible to claim
that the various moons of Pluto popped into existence upon NASA’s
observations of them, would it be sane to assume that our personal
preferences
effect the existence of
those without
whom we would find life more tolerable. I am not able, by sheer force
of will, to relegate Nealy Tamminga and her PCA ilk to the outer
realms of delusional fantasy (no matter the plenitude of gain that
would accrue to the world in such an event), and the God and Creator
of all that begins to exist is neither subject to such preferences at
the hands of those who would wish Him out of existence.
God
is real, and it is He that rules over reality, not us. No amount of
profligate hand wringing will ever have a single sliver of an iota of
an effect upon that.
God
is real.
There
are those who, seeking to appear reasonable, will cry out for
evidence of God to be presented—and
then a priori
reject any evidence that you bring. Their crying out for evidence is
actually a cover, a subterfuge that is
designed to make them seem to have the high
ground over those poor, deluded fools who depend upon a god of some
sort or other to make their meaningless existence tolerable. Poor
things. They forget that it is they who lack
the evidence to support their stance—not
those
who accept the evidence of their own eyes,
but those who insistently reject that evidence, preferring their own
preferences
over reality.
No
one in possession of a sound mind would, upon
seeing a print-out of this newsletter, genuinely
assume that it is simply a product of physics and chemistry with
nothing more involved. While it is exceedingly
likely that they would not appreciate the ideas being brought forth,
they would nevertheless
concede that there are, indeed, ideas being brought forth—in
other words, that there is mind involved.
How
much more, then, the far more sophisticated
concepts involved in the machinery of life! If the simple concepts
presented here are guaranteed to be the product of mind, then how
much more-so the
multi-dimensionally arrayed concepts that allow
for
an immensely long coded sequence of characters
to be decoded and read in eight different ways at the same time in
the same code space, yielding functional results with every reading,
those results varying according to the decoding method used! If
my simplistic scribblings here are certainly the product of mind,
then so are the immensely more sophisticated
encodings that instruct the construction,
maintenance, and replication of the machinery that allows for the
thriving of life itself. That
Mind is necessarily the Designer, and it is the Designer that rules
over His design, and not the design that rules over its Designer.
This
is what the profligates cannot countenance and what triggers their
childish use of the “LALALALA I can’t hear
you!”
defense that they unceasingly employ in an effort to shout you down.
Take
heart, though, because evidence is never obliterated by its denial.
Neither is God effected by such childish foolishness. The evidence
for God is all around, suffused throughout all existence. The
steadfast refusal of some to countenance what their sober senses
would tell them, is not evidence against God, but rather, is evidence
against them, prosecutable in the Court of the Final Judgment, in
which
the only possibility for acquittal only requires
the opening of the mind.
