A couple of stories came to my attention today. One was the decision of California to require a verbal yes at every stage of sexual activity on their college campuses. And if that doesn’t work, they will toughen the law, requiring a “yes, oh yes!” at every stage of the proceedings.

Certain tropes are like indestructible viruses. What will it take to get a super-vaccine that will knock out the notion that liberals have even the slightest concern for personal liberty? They have said ad nauseam they want the government out of our bedrooms — all while regulating every detail of that bedroom’s set up, from the spacing of the sheetrock screws down to the unremovable mattress tag — and people have nonetheless come to believe that they want the government out of our bedrooms. Comes now Jerry Brown, sending his minions to fan out with clipboards, so that they may stand around dorm room beds to exhort the participants to speak up. They have a checklist to maintain.

They justify this foolishness because, they say, there is rape epidemic on campus. They say, also ad nauseam, that one in five women will be the victim of a sexual assault during her time at college. Now if that were even remotely true, how would it not be an argument for parents not to send their daughters to college? How would it not be an argument for daughters to refuse to go? Why has there not been a dramatic upsurge of enrollment in all-women colleges? The answer is that some people use statistics that rhyme with mogus, dogus, and pogus.

Liberals are coercion monkeys. But we have this trope that says they believe in personal freedom. Yeah, well. Anybody who believes that they actually do care about liberty has been a victim of the old trope-a-dope ploy.

The other story was about how an administrative judge (note we are dealing with an executive martinet, not a regular judge) determined that a Kentucky printer was not allowed to refuse business that was promoting gay pride.

Now look at what is happening here. Evangelical printers, cake bakers, florists, and photographers (and other professions to come) are being singled out and targeted because of convictions they have about sexual matters. They are being pressured, hectored, fined, put out of business, so that they will drop their sexual convictions and join the orgy porgy. Liberals don’t exhibit the slightest concern for this kind of thing at all because for them dropping your convictions is the necessary prelude to dropping your shorts.

They are consumed with lust and they are consumed with coercion. We have a name for that.

But in order to keep up the pretense that they actually care about things like sexual consent, they rally to the cause of some sorority girl who had four tequilas too many at a frat party and wound up in the wrong bed. That, my friends, is supposed to be part of the rape epidemic and so we now have a law in California that requires an amorous couple on campus to obtain and grant a verbal green light after the third wink and before the first leer.

We have played this out long enough. Liberals now have enough trope to hang themselves with.