Over the weekend, Pete Sinclair did it again: he posted a pretty suspect link on his Facebook page, claiming that 95% of biologists believe that life begins at conception. The article itself came from PJ Media, which isn’t known for its accuracy, but it’s a conservative site which explains why Pete would post it. But remember, this is the same guy who was more than happy to defend the Grand Nagus’ internment camps for migrant children, claiming that conditions weren’t so bad in there. Apparently, abortion is a bridge too far for Pete, but the idea of children in cages doesn’t bother him.
Yeah, I don’t get it either. But I couldn’t help wondering; is this what being conservative truly means? Does being Republican or Libertarian automatically mean you have to be a completely horrible person?
Sadly, I already know the answer and it’s yes.
Back in the 1990s, when I was a naïve college student, my father had a massive midlife crisis. The company he worked for merged with Time Warner Cable; being a cable box repairman seemed to be out. Instead, he was offered another job with the company. I never found out what it may have been, as the Monday my father was to report in, he called his supervisor and immediately quit.
To this day, my father claims that he was fired from his job. This isn’t true. My father quit, plain and simple. No one forced him to do this. It was entirely his decision.
Not long after, Dad fell into a rabbit hole; he began to buy into the idea that the government was somehow out to “get” us, that the FBI or the ATF would show up on our doorstep and shoot our dogs, that the government would take away his guns for any ridiculous reason. Dad latched onto a rather Calvinesque fantasy of moving to the bush country in Alaska; he’d own the land he would buy outright and he’d depend on no one but himself. Somehow, everything would be perfect if we just moved to Alaska. He wouldn’t need the government.
As he fell into these fantasies, Dad became more and more conservative. He started listening to G. Gordon Liddy and Rush Limbaugh. He began reading a magazine called Media Bypass, which claimed that it covered news that the government controlled mainstream media wouldn’t. (That magazine is gone now; it seems that the publisher got involved in some shady business dealings and the publication was shuttered.) He started looking for “bias” in our local newspaper and claimed to have found plenty of it, though most of it was in his head.
Then, he registered as a Libertarian. The Republican party wasn’t conservative enough for him. He wanted government small enough to fit in a woman’s uterus, but would leave his precious guns alone. I felt as though I didn’t know the man.
At first, my mother challenged him and his viewpoints, but as time went on, she began to agree with him. Then it got worse.
After a while, my parents started talking about the Zionist World Government. More than once, I heard my mother swear that Jews controlled the banks. When I attempted to watch Schindler’s List, my mother complained loudly that it was “boring” and I should find something else to watch. I refused. As she stomped off to bed for the night, my mother complained that Spielberg was a Jew. She used the word as a pejorative.
My parents had gone anti-Semitic. It took less than a year. But it started with my father and his sudden change in political leanings.
It’s only gotten worse as time goes on; to a degree, Trump was almost inevitable. Conservatives have gotten worse; the idea of compassion for anyone other than themselves is foreign to them. There are no compassionate conservatives anymore and I truly doubt that they ever existed. To be conservative is to be a terrible person, plain and simple. Pete’s just showing his true colors with every Facebook post he makes.
As for Pete’s recent bit of foolishness, I couldn’t simply sit by and remain silent. I made a simple comment: “You know, migrant children are alive, have unique DNA, and were once fetuses…” No, I’ve said nothing more. I don’t think I have to in this case. I’ve given Pete the rope; we’ll see how long it takes him to hang himself.