The Spot-On Quote The Year…
…is awarded [even though it is only 28 January — you'll see why in a moment] to Marcus Tullius Cicero for warning us some two thousand years ago what we would face if we let the Left dominate every square inch of our society [tip of the fedora to RedBrightandTrue for reminding me of this gem]:
A nation can survive its fools, and even the ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within. An enemy at the gates is less formidable, for he is known and carries his banner openly. But the traitor moves amongst those within the gate freely, his sly whispers rustling through all the alleys, heard in the very halls of government itself. For the traitor appears not a traitor; he speaks in accents familiar to his victims, and he wears their face and their arguments, he appeals to the baseness that lies deep in the hearts of all men. He rots the soul of a nation, he works secretly and unknown in the night to undermine the pillars of the city, he infects the body politic so that it can no longer resist. A murderer is less to fear. The traitor is the plague.
Spot-on and dead solid perfect.
I have often compared Leftist Thinking to cancer because, like the dreaded disease, it metastasizes, once it gets a foothold in the body [in this case, The United States], everywhere. But, perhaps, a better analogy is to compare it to The Black Death, the bubonic plague. After all, Leftism eventually ravages it’s victims, causing the sufferer of it to ooze black pus and, when we espouse Leftist ideas, we are helping to destroy ourselves. One of the reason Leftism has killed so many people because it gets it’s victims to kill themselves — to love Big Brother, as it were. Perhaps it is both.
Could This Be One Explanation?
When finally you surrender to us, it must be of your own free will. We do not destroy the heretic because he resists us: so long as he resists us we never destroy him. We convert him, we capture his inner mind, we reshape him. We burn all evil and all illusion out of him; we bring him over to our side, not in appearance, but genuinely, heart and soul. We make him one of ourselves before we kill him. It is intolerable to us that an erroneous thought should exist anywhere in the world, however secret and powerless it may be. Even in the instant of death we cannot permit any deviation. In the old days the heretic walked to the stake still a heretic, proclaiming his heresy, exulting in it. Even the victim of the Russian purges could carry rebellion locked up in his skull as he walked down the passage waiting for the bullet. But we make the brain perfect before we blow it out.
—O’Brien, Nineteen Eighty-Four, Part 3, Chapter 2.