In the aftermath of Brett Kavanaugh’s official confirmation, we have seen chaos, disorder, violence and hostility reign supreme on the Left as angry protestors formed mobs and literally scratched and clawed at the doors of the Supreme Court to express their disagreement.
We’ve seen liberal TV scriptwriters express delight in having successfully “ruined Brett Kavanaugh’s life.”
We’ve seen a leftist newspaper cartoonist openly and unapologetically mock Kavanaugh’s 10-year-old daughter.
We’ve seen a public school teacher tweet a death threat aimed at Kavanaugh.
We’ve seen Republican senators like Ted Cruz chased out of Washington restaurants by deranged liberal protestors.
We’ve seen college campuses erupt in utter pandemonium whenever a conservative speaker shows up to deliver a speech.
Just a couple of days ago, Kentucky Senator Rand Paul warned that if radical extremists don’t stop “ratcheting up the conversation,” then it’s likely we could see an “assassination.” Indeed, I have to agree with the senator here, and not just because he knows what it’s like to be on the receiving end of an actual assassination attempt. (You might remember that he was attacked and horrifically beaten last year in the 2017 congressional baseball shooting.) I actually agree because it’s obvious to anyone with eyes and a brain.
These folks on the Left have clearly moved beyond encouraging mere character assassinations and have instead chosen to embrace and advocate full-fledged civil anarchy. Democratic Congresswoman Maxine Waters went so far as to tell her proponents: “If you see anyone from that cabinet in a restaurant, in a department store, at a gasoline station, you get up and you create a crowd and you push back on them, and you tell them they are not welcome.”
As I mentioned on my Facebook Page the other day, this is all sort of ironic considering that “proper temperament” is precisely what they continually argued Brett Kavanaugh lacked. In their view, it was what “disqualified” him from being eligible for the Supreme Court. And yet, here they are supporting and fostering these mindless, rioting, street-walking zombies. The hypocritical double-standard is laughable.
Of course, if you were to actually speak with these protestors in the streets — and the liberal media allies who support and represent them — you might be shocked to discover that they don’t see themselves as chaotic, disorderly, violent, hostile or any of the other adjectives I have utilized up to this point. In fact, newspapers like The Washington Post would have you believe that these rioters are simply part of “the Trump resistance movement” and have been unfairly “cast…as an angry mob.”
They’ve been misjudged and mischaracterized, you see. It’s not actually their fault when they break things, damage public property, torch cop cars, or smash windows. It’s not their fault when they block traffic, disrupt public life, or when they kick pro-life supporters in the face. It’s not their fault when they behave unlawfully.
No, it’s actually your fault. Yes, you. The judgmental, close-minded, bigoted, rightwing conservative — especially if you’re in the “white voters” demographic, “particularly men” — again according to The Washington Post. (Darn, that’s a sizable chunk of my readers right there, including myself.) You’re the one who just doesn’t understand their cause. You’re the one who can’t identify with their experiences. You’re the one who won’t stop supporting things like the Constitution. This makes you an obstacle. This makes you an enemy.
Anyway, it’s become increasingly apparent that — unless there is a major shift in the thought process of the majority of Democrat leaders and radical leftists throughout society — we could be facing the potential for more than just spontaneous riots like the ones we’ve seen in Baltimore and Ferguson, or more recently in the wake of the Kavanaugh drama. We could actually be on the threshold of collapsing under the weight of total civil unrest, violence, nihilism and moral and political anarchy.
And when the dust settles, and you attempt to piece your life back together again — assuming you survive at all — just remember one thing: Somehow it was all your fault. Congratulations.