Will the center hold?

When William Butler Yeats wrote his poem "The Second Coming," it was a sad commentary on a world weary of war with the enemy. Now that we no longer believe there is an enemy, he can sneak up on us with a dagger, like Hitler did on Europe, beginning WWII.

If, during the Cold War, we didn't believe Russia was our enemy, it might have snuck up behind us with a bomb of significant destructive yield. The marxists suggested doing just that in 1960. Khrushchev openly threatened to bury us, according to Fr. Andrew Apostoli, on his EWTN show "Fatima: Heaven's Peace Plan." In the end they decided on a Stealth approach rather than bombs. Slowly but surely introducing socialist Marxist ideologies into the west, they gave us a taste of poison until we no longer noticed the bitter taste and began swallowing the idealogy whole.

We no longer see socialism as an enemy. We've embraced it. Fear the enemy? We embrace it as a friend. It satiates our greedy materialist designs. This was the plan all along, and it has triumphed even in the land of the free and the brave, but there is a greater enemy out there. Moral relativism. There is an old saying that if you put a frog in boiling water. It will jump out, but if you turn the heat up slowly he will boil to death without knowing it.

We are boiling in moral relativism. We think we can decide our own morality and no one may criticize. The problem with this is that it becomes a dictatorship when what I think is right interferes what you think is right. If I am a banker and you insist two plus two is five and I should give you your five dollar bill, and not to give you any flack about my opinion that 2+2=4, because what's right for you is that you deserve a five dollar bill and not four ones, then someone else must arbitrate. The person who arbitrates is usually an authority figure with enough power to back up his decision. He becomes a dictator, and he's your master.

The Antichrist is coming because no one cares about anyone but themselves and their own opinions. Yeats poem, well describes our time. There is time to turn around, but the apathy towards fighting the good fight has put the good men who are to stop the evil into a coma. It's time to wake up, before its too late and start caring about what is right.