If I recall correctly, Oscar Wilde described the sight of the Brit aristocracy fox-hunting as "the unspeakable in pursuit of the inedible."
In like fashion, utterly predictable BritLib Talking Head Piers Morgan --the replacement for avuncular Larry King-- in "conversation" with Catholic prig Rick Santorum. (I dislike Piers not because he's English, but because he's a cartoon liberal and I dislike Rick not because he's Catholic, but because he's a prig.)
Morgan raises gay marriage. Santorum, of course, is agin' it. "But what would you do, Senator, if one of your children were gay." Santorum, to his credit, replies, "I would love him unconditionally." A prig, but a good father.
Morgan then probed more deeply. "But doesn't your position make you a bigot?"
This is why I hate liberalism. (Although some of my best friends are liberals, and I love them nevertheless). If you hold a different position, then you are, automatically and any other evidence to the contrary, a bad human. Bigot. Racist. Etc. Blah Blah Blah. For people who are apparently the sole custodians of intelligence, nuance (!) and open-minded caring, how often do they not appear in this very same role: stupid, cartoonish, inflexible and utterly without human relation.
Because in LaLa Land, there is no distinction between ideas and people, opinions and the soul.
As I say, I dislike Mr Santorum, but any idiot can understand that you can very well disagree with someone and still love them. Were that not so, we would all be utterly alone. Or liberal.