Stephen Guy Hardin
Over the past few decades, I have come to the realization that for all the left’s censoring of God in general and Christianity in particular they do indeed worship a god (small g) of their own choosing. The god the left worships, with a passion that would make a Jesuit go weak at the knees, is the god of class envy and hatred. The godfather (small g) of all these lefties, Karl Marx, and his partner in crime… I mean social justice, Friedrich Engels, co-pioneered the philosophy of class envy and class hatred.
Not unlike Hitler turning against the Jews, who had befriended him in Austria when he was a starving young sociopath, Marx turned against the class of people who had befriended him when he was starving and unable to provide for his family. In the process of squandering the funds from his poor deluded wife’s family, Marx wrote and theorized on the denigration of the working classes by the oppressive bourgeois and so on and so on and so on.
I have always found the image of Marx speaking on behalf of the working classes a little humorous. Humorous in that he never did an honest day’s work in his life, other than giving his patron Friedrich an occasional foot massage. But, of course, this is what the left does. They try to achieve a balanced harmonious emotional state without the benefit of mood-altering medication. Only by berating and attempting to cancel anyone that does cohabit their echo chamber are leftists able to achieve a Zen-like state of calm and inner peace that only the true narcissist knows.
The next time you see a herd of progressive politicians gathered around a microphone, their faces contorted in anger and disgust, just remember that they are all richer than you could ever hope to be in two lifetimes. They have their own limos, private jets, private armed security, multiple homes, wives, and girlfriends, as well as being on a first name basis with the crème de la crème of the top leftist morons of Hollywood. So anytime you start to feel guilty about not being poor enough or angry enough or woke enough remember who these people really. Remember how they really live when the cameras have stopped rolling and the microphones are switched off.
Kneeling at the altar of the stupefying hypocrisy that is white guilt the modern progressive blithely skip into battle against the evil legions of conservatives, Republicans, and most ordinary citizens. Genuflecting to the dual holy sacraments of Das Kapital and Dreams of My Father these social justice warriors puff out their shallow chests, put on their black face masks and begin mumbling the mantra of radical left, “In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost of Marx.”