Walking to church last Sunday. A little late. It was already 9 am. Part of the reason for my lateness was that I had decided to bundle up and drop off some unwanted clothes at the Sally Army store, which is on my way. A red MAGA cap was part of the bundle. It looked ungainly on my head, and I have a better one. Thought I would spread the MAGA around.

Anyway, a chap was walking towards me on an otherwise deserted laneway. He was of a mature age; thus, I said good morning as was the habit in days of yore and sometimes even today. He responded civilly in kind, so without thinking much I offered him the MAGA hat. I said you might like it, if you are a Trump supporter. He wasn’t. Hard man to love, he said. Oh, I don’t know, I said, I love him. So far so good. A difference of opinion, that is all. But then he added, as we were walking apart, “you know, he has removed coloured people’s names from Arlington.”

I am not making a word of that up, lest you think that I am.

I responded a little impatiently. What stuff do you listen to! I retorted. But spotting my own impatience and realising I was wearing my Jesus cap (“El Rey Viene”) and, to boot, on my way to church, I said, “but I love you anyway.”

This man, who looked perfectly respectable and normal, walking around the Lower North Shore of Sydney, where derros are a rarity was, in fact, suffering from a bad case of TDS. My next-door neighbour is similarly affected, though not so far gone. It is fair to say that almost everybody in my church has succumbed. It is a very common malady, right throughout ‘the wide brown land’. Which prompts my thought. Can I and my few fellow travellers be in step and everyone else out of step? Are we the ones inside the insane asylum; deludedly thinking we are on the outside?

Once in church the minister, referring to Matthew 23:37, made a pointless comparison of Jesus, gathering his people like a hen gathering chickens under her wings, to Putin and Trump. Why? Apart, that is, from trying to draw a damning parallel between Putin and Trump. Separately, in speaking of sinful “vengeance,” he applied it to his distaste for certain politicians on TV. Let me guess, the odd conservative one. Plus, of course, Trump the terrible.

To be clear, I believe that most professional politicians are wretches, but I don’t seek vengeance, even subconsciously, even on Chris Bowen – just their defeat at the ballot box. The lesson I am increasingly taking from my church is that leftism corrupts everything that it touches, including the rendition of Biblical texts. But you and I know that anyway, don’t we? Look at the former Archbishop of Canterbury and the current Pope for case studies in leftism corrupting ministry.

Leftism is a curse on mankind and a mental derangement rolled into one. If evidence is wanted of its relationship to the work of the Antichrist look no further than the 1989 move Warlock. By the way, in case you haven’t seen it, a must-see movie. The warlock played by Julian Sands is after the Devil’s Bible (“The Grand Grimoire”), which contains the real name of God, which if uttered in reverse will undo all creation. What a quite brilliant plot to savour while drinking a glass of wine or three. Julian Sands, Richard E Grant (Redferne, the witch hunter) and Lori Singer (Kassandra) are all expertly cast for their roles.

Uncreation, that is to say universal destruction, is the Devil’s objective. In simpatico, destroying Western civilisation is the Left’s objective. They move in malevolent tandem.