It was the best of times, it was the worst of times

In response to the imbecile thuggery of the modern progressives there are an awful lot of denunciatory articles, books, podcasts, blogposts ect ect ect.  I have read hardly any as good as Welcome to the Mental Ward by Anthony Esolen. 

A comic nightmare comes to mind.  I see a man jiggered and wired to a hundred machines, each jolting him at irregular intervals.  His cheek twitches, his head jerks, his fingers drum, his knee wobbles, his feet tap, his breath is interrupted with coughs, his blood runs hot and cold.  I invite him to leave that contraption, and take a walk with me over to a chapel nearby, and say a quiet prayer. “You can’t make me!” he cries.  “I’m free to choose!”