Will that be our fate: slow death in a cauldron of boiling water?
Well, Mr. Whittle thinks that’s only the beginning. He says we gotta whole lot of ‘splaining to do even after our spirit has fled our mortal and very boiled remains:
We’re not stupid. Of course we’ll jump out of that pot once things get too hot to stay there. But once out, guess what? We’ll have endless hoops to jump through and tunes to which we must dance to prove we’re not…oh, racists, or haters, or extremists, or whatever designation they use to shun and shame us with their ever-narrowing path of righteousness from which none may deviate…
And everyone is so well-trained by now that even those who thought they were playing by the rules, telling the truth (or exposing it), and living a life of principled integrity – even those folks – will find themselves silenced and alone.
Ask Diana West. Or Tommy Robinson. Or Fjordman.