By Steve Woodward
Organized domestic terror visited Moore County early on the evening of December 3. A tactical assault on two Duke Energy sub-stations will not soon be forgotten and quickly overshadowed another seminal moment.
December 3 also will — must — be remembered as the day battle lines were drawn in the clash between God and evil. On the cultural spectrum the line delineates right from wrong.
Evil falls under a category made famous by a judge asked to define pornography: He said, you know it when you see it.
But evil is increasingly more difficult to recognize because it smiles back at us; it wears rainbows and espouses love and promotes unity. Until it doesn’t. Until its smiles revert to scowls, its calls for love revert to shrieking and cursing. To their default modes, in other words.
This range of emotions was on display on December 3 in the heart of Southern Pines, where law enforcement arrived in large numbers to quell gathering storms of potential conflict (according to the narrative) between the Rainbow Ranters and a counter group comprised of Calvary Christian’s church congregation and its private school community, along with fellow Christians and ideological conservatives.
During the next roughly 60 minutes, law enforcement officers watched Sandhills Pride’s assembled group taunt and mock fellow citizens who prayed silently, read passages from the Bible and sang hymns. One of them arrived with a megaphone, which was used to project the Word of God toward the Pride group, many of whom became unhinged and exhibited signs of mental illness.
Why were they assembled? To detract from Christian, law abiding citizens who make protection of their children a priority. They scorn fellow Americans revolted by live drag performances created to normalize transgenderism and graphic, lewd gestures without regard for the ages of those who might see it. The December drag show organized by Pride and hosted by Sunrise Theater initially planned to sell tickets to children as young as 16 until public outrage forced the age limit to be raised to 18. Reading between the lines, Sunrise Theater inferred it had no choice if it desired to keep its venue free of threats and violence. Normal citizens appreciated the decision as demonstrating that Sunrise stumbled onto knowing that the right thing to do was restricting under-18 teens from watching the show.
But December 3 came, nonetheless. Twenty days before we will celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ the deeply psychologically damaged among us filled Broad Street in Southern Pines to advance a strange narrative in which gay “rights” are intertwined with a ritual of men dressing up as women, from cosmetics to heels. Should you dare to oppose their deviant worldview, they shout you down as “haters” and try convincing you that Jesus would be standing on their side of the street.
Broad Street soon cleared. Drag show devotees lined up to enter the theater, each ticket holder wanded by a private security guard. Law enforcement personnel called it a night — an uneventful night. Any words police exchanged with those attending the prayer vigil were words of gratitude for their service.
There were no clashes. No property was damaged. Nothing happened. Actually, there was one thing. The chasm between God and evil widened a bit more.