I believe the time for measured debate on national topics has passed. There are many erudite books now decorating the tweed-jacket pipe-rooms of avuncular conservative theorists. And none as effective at convincing our opponents as a shovel to the face. But setting that means aside, there is no utility in good-faith debate with a side whose core principle is your destruction. The “middle ground” is a chasm. It is instead our duty to scathe, to ridicule, to scorn, and encourage the same in others. But perhaps foremost it is our duty to hate what is being done. A healthy virile hate. For those of you not yet so animated, I can assure its effects are invigorating.
As a vocal advocate, I’m sometimes asked how one can walk around all day feeling hate…as if this were bewildering. The answer, of course, is because one walks around feeling love. I love my family, even perhaps some of my friends. And I hate the dark future coalescing around them. Hate dissolves lethargy. It clarifies and emboldens. It is spitting out the lotus blossoms. Any who encourage you to eschew hate have one hand around your wallet and the other your neck. For hate is the sword that protects love. And the moment it is lost, so is the man—a zombie with a beatific smile.
So for those of you perturbed by our blossoming dystopia…All I am saying is give hate a chance.