Liberalism has ran its course, passing the torch to its heir, Cultural Marxism, which has festered, and the fever while still high is receding. This entire episode in Western History is akin to the last fever dreams of a powerful sickness that nearly had us dead but from which we have rise to find LIFE. Now the cultural sickness will birth its own...
Once I was dreaming – and realized I was in a dream such that all was allowed and nothing was forbidden but by my will, lord of this hazy land of dreams was I. God had set me at liberty to order this dreamscape I was upon; Legislator, Judge and Executive was I. By my whim was all that was, ordered, as if by magic in this ethereal domain.
