How to deal with the Progressive Monster:A Profile in Courage.

To my friends in the silent majority: you need not be afraid. Watching Gianna Jessen -- the survivor of a saline abortion -- stare down a room of liberal Australian policy-makers and deliver the unapologetic truth has struck a deep chord within me, and I hope and pray it has affected you as well. (I am including the clips below, for those who have not watched them yet.)



How cowardly we can be, blanching as lunatics dismantle Western society before our very eyes! How utterly ineffectual in offering -- or even bothering to learn -- the very simple answers to the so-called "big" questions which pro(re)gressives hurl our way.



Sure, the heat can be intense when the lefties get riled at us: after all, they believe that they are fighting for equality and righteousness and freedom. It can be especially fiery on social-networking sites dominated by young people. After all, modern relativistic liberalism (a far cry from the positive works of classical liberalism) is an intellectual disease which runs especially deep in the young, while thankfully only being chronic in rare cases. Still, the abuse is never pleasant. There is real and frightening anger there, as happens whenever a lost person comes to the terrifying precipice of truth. Simply witness the recent tirade of Perez Hilton against Miss California; the vitriol was beyond telling (and far from rare in such extremist circles.)

Yet we have merely to open our eyes to perceive the truth of such matters. In my time, my friends and I have taken serious heat and criticism for being a pro-life, pro-marriage, pro-religious kinds of people.

In others words, we've endured abuse because we don't believe that a modern culture should be able to dismember babies or burn them alive simply out of convenience. We've endured scandal because we believe that marriage is sacred and that sex is not trivial. We've been called foolish because we can't believe in the utterly mathematical improbability that all of existence is somehow a random occurrence. And we've been called bigots because we believe that truth is an absolute, rather than a simple matter of opinion. In other words, we've endured pain for believing in the very tenets which built Western society and made it great.

Seen from such higher ground, these fierce criticisms lose most of their power. The roaring masses become about as frightening as a lost flock of sheep, bleating in their confusion.

Just look at Ms. Jessen, smirking confidently at them all. If there is fear there, I don't see it. In her unapologetic witness to her own pain -- and her unflinching witness to truth -- she becomes a mirror for all of our broken society to gaze painfully into. She is the reflection of our brokenness, and the vision of a better way forward. Look at Miss California, accepting the violent tirade of Mr. "Hilton" like a patient mother enduring the temper-tantrum of a small child. In the end, he is no more threatening than that.

Be it nicely or with fire, we must not hesitate to speak the truth and defend the defenseless. Keeping our silence, we may serve our own peace, but we do not serve the world in the way which is expected of us. Just listen to Ms. Jessen's appeal to the men in our world, and you have my thoughts on the matter.