By Craige McMillan

"Where there is no [prophetic] vision, the people cast off restraint."
- Proverbs 29:18

You may remember them. They used to inhabit the fringes of society. Mostly middle-aged and older men, wearing bulky overcoats. They spent their afternoons at theaters the rest of us avoided. They lurked around schoolyards. Watching . watching . always watching the children.

Today the perverts are a rock band in California, an Australian fashion clothing label, or they run a recreated Sodom and Gomorrah in Palm Springs - courtesy of Paul Shanley of the Boston Archdiocese. From there, he openly advocated man-boy sex - and by the count of at least one witness present, engaged in it at least three times a day (New York Post, July 27,
2002, Dan Mangan).

Today we no longer have perverts in society. Perversion has gone mainstream. Homosexual priests inflamed with lust for choir boys, men in passing automobiles luring little girls into their web to look for lost puppy dogs, it's all simply an alternative lifestyle.

The politically correct crowd tells us we have no right to judge them, or for that matter, anyone else. The First Amendment was long ago redefined to permit suffocation of unpleasant political speech around abortion clinics, while protecting public sexual expression as "free speech."

So, are you surprised that children are now being snatched from their bedrooms and front yards, used for the momentary gratification of those advocating their particular alternative lifestyle, and then thrown in the dumpster when their mutilated corpses no longer provide any entertainment value to their attackers?

Why are you surprised? What did you think was going to happen once society began to celebrate personal perversion? What did you think would happen when the dysfunctional dregs of society were embraced by daytime television talk-show hosts to raise ratings? Did you think that children could be murdered on their way down the birth canal by abortionists, but protected once they slid out into the delivering physician's hands?

How did, the perverts respond? You thought that you could shove your petty, Christian morality down my throat? You thought you could put limits on my behavior? Well you can't! I got my rights, I got my ACLU lawyer and - if I get caught - I got my tax-supported public defender. You can't legislate morality and, besides, there are plenty of us in the Congress, your state legislature and in county and city courthouses. We got our rights!

And not only do they have their rights, perverts have powerful supporters as well. Hollywood. Violent video game manufacturers. The North American Man Boy Love Association. The abortion industry. Bishops in the Catholic church. Public schools fighting the abstinence message tooth and nail while they bend over forward to give the perverts their classrooms and the minds of our children. Gutter-level television talk shows spread the message that no matter how destructive a behavior is, its all part of life; sex-obsessed music videos pant their wares to teens and preteens alike. Teenage clothing labels solicit your sons and daughters' bodies. Your hard-earned dollars, greased through the palm of your son or daughter on the way to support the lavish lifestyle of those who produce this perversion and isolate them from both justice and accountability. Yeah, perverts have their supporters.

Perversion. It's just another lifestyle. We must be tolerant. It's a tragedy that young Johnny was raped by a homosexual priest at choir practice, but we mustn't rush to judgment. We know young Julie was an innocent little girl helping a man to look for a lost puppy, but we can't blame the offender. Rather we should carefully study the offender's life to see where society - that's you and I - went wrong.

Perhaps if we hadn't been so judgmental about their proclivities, perhaps if the police hadn't been so mean during the arrest, perhaps these things would have turned out differently? The excuses from the left are nearly as numerous as the perversions they've embraced in their quest for "freedom."

Several years ago, I met a doctor from Canada, who grew up and was educated in England. "I just came from lecturing in a Mennonite community," he said. "I stayed with the organizer, who drove me to his home. He parked the car in front of the garage and left the key in the ignition. 'Aren't you going to take the key?' I asked him.

"He smiled at me. 'No,' he said. 'It's perfectly safe here, and you never know - someone might need it.'"

The doctor looked at me. "Now out of the three of us: you, me, and my Mennonite friend, which of us do you think is more free?"



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