Do you remember when the political Left had good ideas? Neither do I.
Once upon a time, I suppose, the political Left had credible goals coming out of the 1950s, but since that time, I routinely wonder where all the substance went.
Of late, the Left seems to deliberately cater to some of the most indulgent aspects of human nature, and I’m now increasingly convinced that they have simply grown ideologically senile. For it would seem that, in progressivism’s old age, it has succumbed to utter childishness.
The problem wasn’t entirely unpredictable. For seventy years, Canadians have been languishing even in our flourishing. We’re now so historically distant from any significant geopolitical crisis that the psychological resilience of another age is almost unknown to us. Hence, our society seems consistently emotionally fragile. It’s childish.
With little to overcome, we’ve undergone a sad metamorphosis. We’re like the pasty indoor kids with the hyperactive immune system — having had too clean an upbringing, we never get healthy. We just get inflamed— and neurotic.
Absent are any decisions of real substance. Long gone are those fleeting moments when the Left actually marched against a bonafide injustice — even risking their lives for the greater good. Consider instead, the mocking immaturity of what the political Left now prizes.
The Left wants to ban spanking.
The Left wants to decriminalize weed.
The Left likes to provide safe injection sites.
The Left thinks single-stall washrooms are oppressive.
The Left wants to appear nice by helping you die.
The Left wants 12-oz drinks.
The Left thinks barbed wire and borders are mean.
The Left wants us to be unqualifiedly hospitable to their favourite refugees.
The Left thinks Sharia is a quaint multicultural expression.
The Left wants “safe places” on campus.
The Left calls being honest “hateful”.
The Left wants you to choose your gender.
The Left is sensitive to “trigger” words.
The Left wants to identify all micro-aggression.
The Left wants free cellphones.
The Left wants taxless tampons.
The Left wants cash for clunkers.
The Left wants post-national, world peace.
The Left wants “sunny ways.”
And like all demanding children, what the Left often wants, the Left often gets.
Evidently, there is no substance left within the Left. Sadly, the children of a Lesser Left have now become mere bubble-wrapped caricatures of themselves. The Left doesn’t just want universal child care; it has BECOME universal child care.
And it is typical of children to have little to no self-control. Should it be a shock, therefore, that Canada’s budget deficit just ballooned from $10 billion to $29 billion when the new Canadian budget was released yesterday? Is it all about the downturn? Or is it also a political Left that cannot help but kindly— and childishly— coddle itself?
Conservatism and libertarianism seem to have this much in common these days: Both ideologies promote a certain level of autonomy and self reliance. The Left, however, would slowly turn everyone into petty versions of the Last Emperor of China— where the most mature decision we’ll make in a day is whether to grab our next meal, or ask our wet nurse out on a date.
Are we surprised that the Left now openly battles against parents in our school systems? We shouldn’t be. Insulting parenthood is a natural part of politicized adolescence.
As a Christian pastor, when I engage people in on-line debate, it is not at all unusual for me to be accused of believing in fairies, unicorns, and pixie dust. However, in my defence before my honourable secular leftist critics, at least my Bible says, “When I became a man, I put away childish things."
I’m writing this blog during Christian Holy Week. Doubtless, my critics will see the hope of eternal life as little more than “childish” wishful thinking. Yet, for all the immaturity that abounds these days, no Bible reader ever got to the resurrection of the dead without passing through the crucifixion of Jesus Christ first.
It is perhaps a testimony to a balanced maturity that heavenly bliss is always predicated upon earthly sorrow. There’s nothing quite like trial, pain, and death to sober up a child. Politics, in this sense, is no different than religion. The children of the Kingdom have no choice but to grow up.
We all must grow up. The only alternative is to find ourselves, like incorrigible kids on judgement day, standing somewhere on God’s left.