Voltaire observed that “If God did not exist, it would be necessary to invent him.” Well, maybe; he sparked our adolescent conversations late into boozy nights and forty years later we haven’t settled it. But we also feel the need of Satan, directing frustration and anger at Emmanuel Goldstein, internalizing a picture of Bush taking the form BDS dictates. We laugh, but the haters’ anger makes us uneasy; we feel the impotency of rational arguments against passionate irrationality.
That disease is one I fear for myself. It is dangerous: to our understanding, our reasoning, and our souls. I don’t want to feel what I’ve seen from the opposition the last few years. I don’t want to simplify & ignore the causes of war, natural catastrophes, history; I don’t want to become conspiratorial; I don’t want to ponder the sexual preferences of a chief justice’s four-year-old or gloat over the young death of someone whose chief fault is representing that opposition. I don’t want to lose my sense of proportionality, always a small enough counterweight to my passions and assumptions. I don’t want to become the worst of them and need to remember most of them are not the worst.