Thursday, March 16, 2017

A Different Kind of Pollution

After scrolling through the news I have to believe we are not in danger of an atmosphere with excess carbon or ozone holes (remember those?), but we breath in an atmosphere of spiritual corruption, the like of which our grandparents could not have dreamed. Ah yes, we care so much for purity of the earth with our earthdays, our obsession over the carbon footprint, our policing no smoking zones. Yet we don't seem to mind the sewerage we dump into the channels of our children's minds. We say we care for oil spills, nuclear waste storage, fracking, pipelines. Yet we build pipelines of perversion into the accepting fields of the primitive beauty of our children. Can we be so oblivious to the steady flow of toxic seepage?  Dare we not filter let alone stop, the drain of these PCPs into the sacred space of a child's innocence? Kindergarten is not too soon to learn about the entire spectrum of 'love' and whether it is a good time or not to decide your gender. God help us!  I'm getting sick of this poisoning of these innocent ones. Had we dumped such sewerage into the Charles or Hudson we'd be marked men. But to dump it into children today is called  'freedom', 'celebration', 'diversity'. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of our silent pulpits. I'm sick of those that twist the meanings of once good words. I'm sick of all the sit-coms, the films, the news anchors, the chatty morning shows, the PC businesses that have become the sewer pipes to flood a once beautiful country with filth. I'm sick of the new secular preachers who proselytize through their magazines, video games, billboards, classrooms. I am ashamed to be a citizen of this century. May God have mercy on us. May we seek to stand against these gutter gods and proclaim as the boy, still innocent, in the story that the emperor really doesn't have any clothes on. May we all be busy to untie that millstone that must be around our necks.

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