I've been getting grief from some liberal friends. I don't talk about loving the enemy into change, I don't make nice and give platitudes about the gradualness of change. No. I don't.




Simply put, I believe we are at a crisis. Either we get rid of the far right and their antediluvian ignorance, or we all perish. Simply put. For this, I'm derided (oh, so gently and left-handedly) as hysterical and a crackpot. With friends like this . . .



Yet, here is what they don't understand - no, I'm not a good person. Unless God is far more compassionate than even I believe, I will go to Hell. I do so proudly, because here's what I know and my gentle friends don't - good guys don't win. They survive, but accomplish nothing. Mostly, they don't even survive. That's why you need me. I love you and hope for the world you do - a world which will NOT include me.



You are right, evil will defeat evil - and that evil has to be directed. I will happily be destroyed and go to Hell to bring about that destruction, to fire on them with their own guns. You guys can't. You can be innocent as doves, but you haven't mastered the subtlety of serpents. Still less can you be the ravening and roaring lion required to defend God's Creation from Tea Partiers and the New Republican Reich.