Why I Hate the Left

I hate the Left for many reasons, their rank hypocrisy, of course, their reflexive anti-Americanism, to be sure, their disgust with all things traditional, and more, much more.  But mostly I hate them because they are dangerous, literally life-threatening dangerous.

Samuel Gregg has a short piece you should read over at The American Spectator about the Left's continual war on history, that is, their endless project of rewriting or denying altogether any or all historical facts that interfere with their even larger project of constructing heaven here on earth.  Or their twisted vision of it anyway

Gregg begins his piece with an anecdote about Galway, Ireland where in February the city fathers decided to erect a statue in honor of the Latin American revolutionary, Che Guevara.  It seems one of Guevara's grandmothers was originally from Galway.  As Guevara was more murderer than revolutionary, there arose predictable resistance to the decision.  But there arose just as predictably a Leftist backlash to that resistance which, as it happens, was very neatly summarized in a passage from a column by one of Guevara's apologists:

"Yes, Che was ruthless and fanatical and sometimes murderous. But was he a murderer? No, not in the sense of a serial killer or gangland assassin. He was one of those rare people who are prepared to push past ethical constraints, even their own conscience, and bring about a greater good by doing terrible things."

I hate the Left because the very seed of that murder-excusing thought lies dormant at least in the mind and heart of every Lefty, and does so whether they acknowledge it, or even realize it or not.

There, I said it.