These fire and brimestone preachers of the left give the Southern Baptist with which I grew up a run for their tithing. As a kid spending weekends in the Ozarks, I remember my granny’s preacher shaking his fist, his jowls waving in the wind not unlike a bloodhound’s, excoriating the congregation and condemning it to hell. It’s a similar feeling whenever I watch some of the more virulent personalities on the left, the ones who, while reminding me of the aforementioned southern preacher, simultaneously remind me of Carrie White’s mom.
(Chick hated freedom AND hair conditioner.)
Ed Driscoll explores this phenomena with an elegant graphic on the topic:
The left has long viewed people of faith to be naggy church mice and unfortunately the caricature stuck in pop-culture but then what does that make the left? I was in a restaurant the other evening, a restaurant sickeningly devoted to the green industry that there were instructions ordering patrons how to flush pasted on the wall behind the toilets and little cards on the sinks telling customers the management’s idea of a suitable size dollop of soap. I was waiting for someone to bust up into the ladies’ room, clutching a book of Van Jones speeches, hollering about how I was going to hell because THEY SAW I USED TWO DOLLOPS.
Do you get this feeling? Has the left become Carrie White’s mom? Have they become the much-hyped caricature they always present of their ideological opponents? Discuss.
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