Cheerleading for Moral Decay
Every day I get half a dozen invitations to review books. Most of them are simply not germane to my work, and I just delete the emails.
But I was recently taken off guard by an example of towering moral idiocy. A publicist wanted me to review a book about the swell romance between “ a bisexual woman” and “a transgendered man.” The “man,” of course, is not a man at all, but merely a woman turned into a monstrosity by drugs and surgery. But the publicist described this poor, lost soul as “born female, but who became the man of her dreams.”
The whole nightmarish business is given a cute, perky, upbeat spin by barf-inducing quotes like this: “What’s a girl to do who’s been unlucky in love with both men and women?”
Uh… repent? Seek healing and salvation from God, whose Son died so that her soul might live, and rose again so that she might be risen, too?
Oh, no, no—perish the thought.
“New libertarian” readers have been telling me there’s no such thing as sin. Climb down off those archaic social issues. As long as the taxes are slashed and the government cut down to size, what else could possible matter? Let’s party!
But God did not create us to be a mass of squirming maggots with no thought but to gorge on rotten meat. He created us in His image, for eternal life. “Male and female created He them,” says the Bible. The trendy menu of “gender choices” is our own invention in a fallen world.
The “transgender” movement is picking up steam. Its purpose is to cut us off from God: we reject Him as the creator and go about the folly of pretending to create ourselves in whatever image suits our fancy. As always, we succumb to the temptation to be as gods. It was the first lie the Devil ever fed us, and it still works.
But it doesn’t turn us into gods. It only turns us into fools.
And here’s the publicist greasing the skids on his poor, confused client, inviting us to “celebrate” the shambles she’s making of her life. For her we must have pity; for him, contempt.
More than that, he’s convinced he’s righteous. “I think the Big Guy is on my side,” he told me in an email. By “Big Guy” he means God, who made the heavens and the earth. I’m the villain, the “hater.” He’s the hero, promoting sexual chaos. Evil is good and good is evil.
Meanwhile, I have news for my libertarian friends.
Kill the culture, and the economy dies.
A strong economy arises from a strong society, and a strong society is built on families. Weaken the family, and you undermine the whole society. Nations that are in a demographic death spiral, because they’ve stopped having babies, will eventually have not enough people to create wealth.
And it’s more than just not having babies. Children born out of wedlock, who grow up in some context other than the family, are not good at creating wealth or maintaining social order.
Where do such children get their notions of right and wrong? From street gangs. From schools staffed by antichristian teacher unions. From other fatherless kids. From amoral adults who don’t bother to get married. From movies, TV, video games, and debased music. From the welfare bureaucracy. The only law they know is the coercive law of the state—which is no law at all, as long as a policeman is not watching you.
In a dangerous and complex world, America is in dire need of moral re-armament. Unless we have enough policemen to watch all of us, all the time, a lawless people will be lawless. And who’ll be watching the cops? They’ll be recruited from the same lawless mass they’re supposed to be controlling.
The only law then will be the law of force.
You can’t have a civilization built on “gender” nonsense, any more than we could build a Tower of Babel reaching up to heaven. We can’t be as gods: it simply isn’t in us.
But we can certainly be failed gods who’ve made a mess of everything they’ve touched, and subjected ourselves to incalculable and totally unnecessary suffering. Someone will have to pick up the pieces and start over. History is littered with the ruins of civilizations that have destroyed themselves. We’ve just found new ways of doing it. We repeat all the sins of our fathers, and indulge in sins that our fathers never thought of.
Let the perky publicist be a cheerleader for moral meltdown. There’s no way to stop him.
But in God’s name, let us not go with him.
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