Hand wringing bleeding hearts suffer a malady; a disordered condition. Hand wringing bleeding hearts filled with passion for a cause are the nose and other orifices wipers of the indolent people of this world, except when it comes to really doing something. Baking a cake for charity is a self-deluding act; a balm for the conscience. It makes you feel righteous and charitable.
These sympathisers have grand ideas on how the world should be, but others must see to it. They also have a penchant for rioting and the random destruction of innocent people’s property.
Hand wringing bleeding hearts who seek office are no longer so when they attain office. There is no doubt that some genuine ‘champions of the cause’ are hampered by obstructionists.
These do gooders exhibit sympathy for murderers, paedophiles and rapists because they might suffer a little when executed. The suffering of the miscreant’s victim is secondary.
With much hand wringing, these protagonists will demonstrate against something like poverty or racism so as to portray themselves as being morally righteous, but in fact are mostly pretentious. For example, in South Africa I had acquaintance with a prominent anti-apartheid liberal. He was no such thing. He might have proceeded as one; but did not die one.
The hand wringing bleeding hearts of this world — in favour of uneducated, unsophisticated, uncivilised mixed-race immigrants settling in the civilised countries of the world — are unthinking dullards. The West that already has a racial and religious problem, now has an exacerbated one not even interbreeding will solve.
The hand wringing bleeding heart (or idiot, as Ambrose Bierce wrote, from whom I here borrow, for it is well said) is member of a large and powerful tribe whose influence in human affairs has always been dominant and controlling. The hand wringing bleeding heart’s activity is not confined to any special field of thought or action, but pervades and regulates the whole.