Here is the production for Station 1, Jesus is Condemned, in which the Rev. Scott McLeod sees a homeless man and overhears another passer-by say: “They should just gas them all”.
The worthy McLeod, having rashly jumped to the conclusion that the remark was directed at homeless people rather than ACoC clergy, was filled with self-righteous anger and moved, not so much to help the homeless man but to congratulate himself on not being as other men: a sinner.
Droning on sanctimoniously about the sins of others is an odd way to begin the church season in which one should be pondering one’s own sins and how they resulted in the sacrificial death of God Incarnate.
At least the video is true to its liberal, social justice roots: monotonous and boring.
What is truly incredible is the mileage that can be wrung out of even seeing a homeless guy, and even more so a homeless guy being harassed.
Note that despite the techni-coloured emotions experienced on the delicate sensitivities of the soul strings of a Canadian Anglican clergyman – “anger, revulsion, shock” – he does not mention so much as saying a word, let alone intervening.
But he speaks much about it.
Ah, but simply speaking about “issues” is the high virtue of the Liberal Left. You are made superior by the opinions you hold, whether you put them into play or not. I swear there is a list floating around of the statements that must be mouthed regularly by every card-carrying leftie. They are sometimes referred to as “silver-spoon socialists.”
And speaking of superiority, that is what this is all about. Or rather, vanity. The super-liberal types are espousing all their tripe in order to make themselves look superior. This never-ending need to feel superior is known as vanity. There was a good article about this concept on the front page of the National Post a few days ago, discussing the reason some non-down-and-out Canadians have felt the need to convert to Islam and to commit illegal acts by way of this. It fits.
“Droning on sanctimoniously about the sins of others is an odd way to begin the church season in which one should be pondering one’s own sins and how they resulted in the sacrificial death of God Incarnate.”
Amen.
I was playing this and my husband, who was not in the room, cried out “What is that ****?!!”