It’s None of My Business
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There comes a time in everyone’s life where you realize that, in one sphere or another, playing by the rules is a sucker’s game. When you are expected to be a good little law-abiding citizen fighting for the constitutional rights of every man while the other side, whomever that may be, gets to beat the snot out of you and burn your stuff down with impunity as the police look on, you either realize the true nature of the game or you slide further into irrelevance.
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I understand very well that the Fourth Amendment is a thing, that American citizens are entitled to certain constitutionally guaranteed rights. I understand that, in a perfect world and all things being equal, we should stand up and defend the rights of anyone being railroaded by the government, regardless of who they are and what they stand for. After all, this could happen to any of us, right? And if the shoe was on the other foot, we’d love for our opponents to rush to our aid, wouldn’t we? This is America after all, isn’t it? We’re all in this together.
Are we?
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But it’s not a perfect world, and all things are not equal, and the opponents of the good, the beautiful, and the true have never, in the history of their existence, been shamed into behaving by the good behavior of those they seek to destroy.
In fact, all your exemplary, principled, above-it-all posturing does is embolden them.
This is because those who find fists and fire, deplatforming and disemploying you so you can’t feed your family–and find it funny–as valid forms of political expression, as long as you don’t get to do the same to them, have no shame.
You can’t shame those who want you dead.
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Yes, in a perfect world, all things being equal, we would be there standing up for the rights of our enemies. We’d be defending their rights to do and say whatever even though we disagree with them and all that jazz. But all things aren’t equal and haven’t been for decades.
When some hardcore progressives start risking all to replatform and re-monetize and re-hire and rehabilitate the reputations of various rightie personae non grata, when they vociferously defend us and decry their own side with the same passion that conservatives are willing to throw their own fighters to the wolves, when they lay down their Molotov cocktails and Marxist aims, and police their own murderous extremists. . . then maybe I’d shed a tear when Federal agents drag them off the streets of America’s failing cities.
Because, and here’s the secret: they’re going to do this to us when they have the power anyway.
They need to change their ways and start sticking up for us, not the other way around. I won’t hold my breath, though, because I’ve seen this movie many times and while I’m no genius I have pretty good pattern-recognition skills.
So until that day comes, it’s none of my business.
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