diversity | Right Turn from the Left Lane

…or democracy.

After thumbing through Athens, Paul wrote of their cultish devotion to an ecumenical jukebox of gods, including one new age tribute: TO THE GOD UNKNOWN …who (the apostle of Christ was quick to contest) was in fact the one true KNOWN.

At which the woke worshipers mocked…

This ain’t Georgia, son. ^{Acts 17:16-32}

Verily.

But there’s no virtue in diversity. If a society is defined by its culture then multiculturalism is the death of culture (as well as the most moronic of oxymorons).

Just as moronic as Country Rap.

There’s nothing down home about Rap. It’s a speech impediment – an Electro-funk profanity-laced Gregorian chant (minus any spiritual harmony).

…and monks.

Coexist is nothing but a faded bumper sticker on a toga and sandal-clad ‘63 split-window Kombi toking to Woodstock.

Not that the Kumbaya folk are like totally against some square Hee-Haw-in’ to his own tune, just so long as it’s not…

Flag waving
Bible thumping
Okie From Muskogee-ing

…and definitely not like, uhmm, well… you know.

Notice nobody sings about New Jersey (except for Uncle Floyd, of course – not that there’s anyone left to sing along). And…

Will the Last One Out Please Turn Off the Lights

Yeah… millennial beatniks may sing of diversity but demand conformity. Their new age shaman is a palm-sized genie, which can be summoned at will and blink them high-speed cable-free “Open Sesame” to every whim and bong-filled fantasy (in exchange for their souls).

And she must be obeyed.

So, like stoners stumbling from their gimme-gimme Gov-Ed commune, ranting and raving with cellphones and spray cans, they dance naked around a lurid bonfire of everything that offends them – everything that is not them:

Columbus Day
Chik-Fil-A
The Dukes of Hazzard

Of course, back then ol’ Rosco had little else to do than to chase Dukes all day, but today he’d be up to his redneck badge “…in hot pursuit” of all them highly undocumented Visa-less visitors with…

No license
No registration
No insurance
No English

But are here just the same and (like some newly hyphenated bride) want whatever we have, whatever they can claim, except our name. Rather than joining the family, our unwelcome cousins want to permanently remain as over-stayed house-guests… a sub-culture in America not of America.

E Pluribus Pluribus: Out of many, many more

With their own…

Markets
Schools
Rules
Houses of Worship

…and voting democrat (early and often) which is why they are here.

Sure they are. Having lost their arm-linked confederacy of political potheads, Democrats must now import an all-new voter fraud base – anyone and everyone who hates America as much as they hate America. And they does.

Hate America.

…and they hate anyone who doesn’t.

Never since The Declaration was a truth any more self-evident than Jefferson’s Democrat descendants obvious contempt and disdain toward our Love of country – Once in a lifetime – American Independence celebration: America 250.

Some even seemed content to claim to be tripping on TDS but that excuse was just lame. Their far out tirades were further out than that: They hate American patriotism and anything that made America great:

The Declaration of Independence
The Constitution
Our Founding Fathers
A (most misunderstood) Electoral College
The Supreme Court, Bill of Rights, Stars n’Stripes

And all those Amendments that give them the right to get wasted, loot n’pillage, and make horses’ heinies of themselves.

Just kidding.

But that’s why there’s nothing but a pile of smoldering all-weather one-hundred percent polyester ashes at the base of their flag-less flag poles.

Actually, in their drug-infused fantasy of democracy, there are no rights period, just an equal say in what rights are surrendered to the zombies.

Cheered by social media
Governed by opinion polls
Judged by network news

…and fueled by their own bong-fogged mob.

Coexistence is not possible.

Just as mixing oil and water doesn’t produce Grade A homogenized milk, cultural diversity is MAD (Mutually Assured Destruction). So is the mythical idea of a “Melting Pot”.