An insanity has fallen upon the West, like a witch’s spell. We have lived with it long enough to know it, understand it, but not long enough to resist it, to undo it. The very stewards of the truth that would remove it have left their posts. They have succumbed to its whispers, become its servants. It has infected the very air and crept along the ground like a mist until it is within us and all about us. We utter its precepts like schoolchildren taught their lines. Its power lies in its claims of virtuosity, distorted goodness. If presented as the vices that they are, they would be rejected. These virtues are proclaimed from the pulpits and painted on banners or made into flags. They are established in our schools, colleges, universities, and seminaries. They are the hallucinogen making our own cultural suicide bearable, even desirable. They are virtues, but disordered, or they are the excess or deficiency of...
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