I can't fight this feeling anymore
I've forgotten what I started fighting for
Even if I have to crawl upon the floor
Come crashing through your door
Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore
That 1980s slow-dance masterpiece has nothing on progressivism. Because progressivism will do anything, and I mean anything, to have its brutal way with reality itself.
Not only is progressivism a feeling that can’t be fought, but the feeling itself is the thing that must be worshipped. You don’t want it to go away if you are a progressive. You want it to get stronger. You need it to get stronger. You will make sure it gets stronger. You’re a progressive. It’s what you do.
So here come the gender dysphoria idol-worshippers crashing through the door of Caroline Farrow, a commentator from the United Kingdom. After appearing on a talk show with the mother of a so-called "transgender" child and then tweeting about it later on, Farrow was reported to police by the mother of the child for misgendering him.
That should tell us that appearing on such a talk show is in no way intended to be an actual debate, by the progressive side of the aisle or the journalists/propagandists doing its bidding. That only happens if you are genuinely willing to honor the dictates of reason and science on some level and at least tacitly believe in following the truth wherever it goes.
But progressives fundamentally don’t want the truth. They want to undo it altogether. And in order to do that – the very order of God’s design – you need to simultaneously be dedicated to introducing chaos into the culture at every turn and be ruthless to those who don’t follow your lead.