Damn ACLU and dickless liberals rushing to the support of motherfucking Nazis who get punched in the face for being fucking Nazis.
"ANYONE TO THE RIGHT OF MOTHER JONES IS A NAZI!"
"Do not talk to me of this man, I cannot endure the thought of him. Oh, what harm he has done us! Like the insect which is the scourge of our gardens, because it attacks the roots of our most precious plants, Voltaire unceasingly pricks with his goad at the two roots of society, women and young men; they imbibe his poisons, which he is thus able to transmit from generation to generation. It is in vain that, in order to cover up his unspeakable outrages, his stupid admirers deafen us by quoting the sonorous tirades in which he spoke of the most venerated objects in a masterly fashion. These people, who are willfully blind, do not see that they are putting the final touch to the condemnation of this guilty writer. If Fenelon had written The Prince in the same style in which he painted the joys of Elysium, he would be a thousand times more vile and more guilty than Machiavelli.
Voltaire's great crime is the abuse of a talent, and the deliberate prostitution of a mind created to sing the praises of God and of virtue. He cannot allege in excuse, as so many other men can, his youth, thoughtlessness, the allurements of passion, or, finally, the melancholy weakness of our nature. Nothing can absolve him: his corruption is in a class by itself; it takes root in the deepest fibres of his heart, and is fortified by all the powers of his understanding. Always closely linked with sacrilege, it defies God by leading men astray. With a fury which is unequaled in this world, this insolent blasphemer goes to the length of declaring himself the personal enemy of the Saviour of mankind ; from the depths of his nothingness, he dares to give Him a ridiculous name, and the adorable law which the God-Man brought on earth he calls infamous. Abandoned by God, who punishes by withdrawing Himself, he throws off all restraint.
Other cynics have startled virtue, Voltaire startles vice. He plunges into the mud, rolls himself in it, slakes his thirst with it; he delivers his imagination up to the enthusiasm of Hell, which lends him all its strength to drag him to the extreme limits of evil. He invents wonders, monsters which make us grow pale. Paris crowned him, but Sodom would have banished him. Shameless desecrator of the universal language, and of her greatest names, the very last of men, after those who love him! How can I express the feelings he arouses in me? When I see what he was capable of doing, and what he in fact did, his inimitable talents inspire nothing less in me than a kind of sacred rage, which has no name. Divided between admiration and horror, I sometimes feel I would like to have a statue erected to him ... by the hand of the common hangman."
"Humanity Is Overrated" - Shrek