Modern civilization is more fragile than most people think. A wide variety of complex interactions and assumptions and interdependencies that no one fully understands. The foundations are strong, baked over centuries, but everything built on top of them looks more and more like a monstrous, top-heavy Rube Goldberg machine, reaching to the clouds, swaying in the breeze.
This is why, when someone picks up the box, the one with red FRAGILE stickers plastered all over it, and starts to shake it, toss it, and punt it across the yard, you don’t cheer. You don’t egg them on. You don’t make excuses for them. You don’t even offer them a polite golf clap.
The only sensible thing to do is to look on in horror. Condemn when appropriate and plead for them to stop.
And then get down on your knees and pray for the foolishness and evil to end.
Pretending to love the poor half a world away is a common problem, especially in an age where everyone is trying to signal their virtue. Like the old saying goes, “Everyone wants to save the world, but no one wants to do the dishes.” Nowadays, it can be properly modified to say:
Everyone wants to post pictures and memes about saving the world, but no one wants to do the dishes.
Many arguments I see flying around against the stricter abortion laws are nothing but a rhetorical smokescreen. They intend to prick consciences and hurl accusations, and in the ensuing confusion, attempt to move the argument away from first principles.
Walking around the exhibit hall of the Great Homeschool Convention, you quickly realize that home education is an area of immense opportunity. Booth after booth represents another risk-taking venture, an exercise of the entrepreneurial spirit, desiring to fill a need and make a profit while doing so.