Until quite recently, there were still people who thought I was engaged in hyperbole by calling the malignant force that's swept our institutions a Death Cult. If this weekend's riots proved one thing to normal people, it's the reality that there's a militant legion of fanatics at enmity with them.
It's also impossible to miss now that the main thrust of the enemy's fury is directed against Christianity and Christians.
What the witches' newfound boldness tells me is that they no longer fear negative consequences for revealing their true motives. Conservatives over fifty could once be forgiven for assuming that the Left were sincerely wrong, but sincere nonetheless. The Cult's endgame was always bringing down Christendom, even if it meant a suicide run. They only maintained the pretext of benign intentions to lull their victims long enough to gain power.
The mask hasn't slipped; it's been torn off. That means the witches are confident they've amassed enough power to fear no opposition. Like old pulp villains, they revel in unveiling their master plan, since they see no chance of anyone thwarting it.