Death in the Jungle

There’s a fine line between salvation and drinking poison in the jungle. Mark Twight.

Mark Twight coined this evocative phrase in his Gym Jones days when training high level athletes for dangerous pursuits. The answer or attribute that we seek is, in one environment a panacea and, in another a death wish. This is where the left is now. Stuck between solutions and judgements, with nowhere to go, and no ability to course correct.

When you join the cult, you must accept all the edicts of the cult, sometimes, as in the case of Jonestown, to the detriment of your own life, at other times to the detriment of the lives of others. After two years of weekly protests at a cost, in excess of $25 million in Melbourne alone, Australia has had it’s worst gun massacre since Port Arthur in 1996. Social cohesion, in this primarily multi-cultural society is looking a little ragged around the edges. More laws are coming, more sanctions on what people can and can’t say, more attempts to hold together disparate groups that, if history bears any witness, may be hard to hold together.

The left, who gaslit us after the Covid pandemic by claiming no-one was forced to get a vaccination, who promote medical and surgical castration as a cure for the social contagion of gender dysphoria, now want us to believe that no-one was radicalised by weekly marches behind banners decrying a genocide. “The two gunmen …. did not march for peace,” a leftist writer claimed in The Shot even though, earlier this year, the ABC uncovered evidence that radicals were using the marches to find recruits. Emotional people in large crowds are ripe for conversion, something we should all remember from the Billy Graham years.

No-one is responsible for these killings except the two men who shot the bullets but it is disingenuous of the left to pretend that hundreds of rallies over the course of multiple years encompassing Australia’s most populous cities did not influence anyone. The modern left offers atheists the salvation of religion free morality, the ethical high ground on all issues, and the heady euphoria of universal empathy. You just have to be careful what you believe because, before you realise it, the chalice has been poisoned and you are dying in a jungle of your own construction.