Well, I’m pretty sure that within the next 24 hours all we’ll be hearing from the GOP and Fox News is that white Christians are now an endangered species. We can probably also expect a raft of conspiracy theories.
What will bring about the whining, crying, and kvetching on the right? According to the National Journal, white Christians are no longer a majority of the American populace:
“Long the dominant group in American religious life, White Christians have fallen below a majority of the U.S. population—and they are moving to the right politically as they recede.”
Not all of us. But I digress. National Journal also reported:
“As the nation relentlessly diversifies, both in its racial composition and religious preferences, White Christians now represent just 46 percent of American adults, according to Pew calculations provided exclusively to Next America. That’s down from a 55 percent majority as recently as 2007, and much higher figures through most of U.S. history.”
No wonder Donald Trump wants to deport 11 million Hispanics. He must feel so threatened these days. To which I say, GOOD!
Even better is what all of this data means for the Republican Party, which, if things keep going the way they are, will be a permanent minority party by the 2024 election. How sweet is that?!
National Journal rightly spelled out the future (or lack thereof) which awaits the GOP and their moronic candidates:
“Republicans face the tension of balancing the morally conservative preferences of their religiously devout base with the deepening instinct toward cultural tolerance of a society that is growing more secular, particularly among the young.”
Yeah, and good luck with that. It cannot be done. Sure, the GOP will say they can change and adapt, but really, do you expect that to happen anytime within the next few centuries?
So what does this all mean for the near-term? You can bet the farm on lots of whining from the jerkweeds on the right and talk of how America as we know it is coming to an end. No doubt a few will even do their patented moaning about how they “want their country back.”
If they really mean that, perhaps they can build a big time machine, climb inside, and transport themselves back to say…1952. They’d be so much happier back there. And then the rest of us could get on with living in a much better nation, and with some hard work, a better world.
“You may say I’m a dreamer….” Yeah, you know the rest of the song, don’t you?
