A friend of mine recently reminded me of C.S. Lewis’ The Last Battle, a fairytale involving a smooth-talking ape named Shift, and a desperate donkey named Puzzle who will do anything to make his supposed friend approve of him, including pretend to be something he’s not and ultimately put an entire nation at risk.
On his own, Puzzle would never have impersonated God and gotten innocent people murdered as a result. But Shift knows how to game Puzzle, playing cards like I’m doing this for your sake and Don’t you care about anyone but yourself? along with some clever slate-of-hand tricks.
At one point, Shift comes right out and says, “You know you’re no good at thinking, Puzzle, so why don’t you let me do your thinking for you?”
C.S. Lewis may have first published The Last Battle in 1956, but the tale is clearly as relevant today since that’s the same question liberals ask us in 2016.
They want us to believe we can’t take care of ourselves. That we would be poor, uneducated slobs without them holding our hands (behind our backs). That we’re lucky to have them around.
How are we lucky? They’re so glad you asked!
As a reward for letting them think for you, you get to do with yourself as you please. “Your body, your choice!” they tell you. “Go sleep with whoever you want, whenever and however!”
‘Cause, didn’t you know? You didn’t have the option of being promiscuous before liberals stepped in and said you could “just do it.”
Awwwww! Thanks, liberals.
But wait… There’s more…
Along with the reward of using your body how (they say) you please, you get to trash any unwanted products (if those products are human lives, anyway. The diseases you have to keep)!
And all of this for the price of your brain. For eschewing logic. For mocking decency. For ignoring history. And for dressing up as God in uncomfortably tight skins because someone else told you it was what you should do. Because thinking isn’t your strong suit.
That’s all it costs.
I don’t know about you, but for me? I think I’ll stick with my brain.
Oh, and liberals, for the record? My body was never yours to give away in the first place.