The post came from the self-named blog Prism Warden, presented by a 26 year old, gay conservative out of Chicago. From his posts, it seems that he reached his current conservative beliefs sometime after transitioning out of college, and now, as the linked essay explains, finds that in the common gay house we all all happen to share, the conservative gays are the adults on the premisis while the left leaning 'Mos are the wayward teenagers:

...No matter what our disagreements, we are forced through various pressures to live in the same homosexual house, and we all have different ideas about how that house should be run. Studying this, I have come to a conclusion:

Gay conservatives are the parents, and gay liberals are the teenagers.

The problem with the gay liberal mindset is that it is infested with a naïve idealism and penchant for wanting to see the world as how they wish it to be, not how it objectively is. The Democratic Party is their first true high school love, and like all true loves, the warts and faults have been smudged to a blurry shadow cast by their perceived Adonis....Gay conservatives, on the other hand, are generally cynical adults. While some decry it as nothing more than jaded bitterness, cynicism is a characteristic wrought of experience and the wisdom that accompanies it....You see, it is about being honest. Gay conservatives have no problem seeing their situation honestly....Instead of engaging in a shrill, emotional breakdown, we choose the path of reasoned discourse and steady persuasion....

Gay liberals don’t want a discussion. They want what they want, and they want it right now, to hell with everyone else... With a driving need to be loved and accepted, the gay Left will swallow anything and everything they are told to swallow. Not only swallow it, but actively promote it.... Gay liberals will lie to themselves and others, because they believe there is someone in this world who unconditionally loves them, and someday the rest of us will see it.

It just isn’t so. And when the necessary growing up is done and these illusions are shattered, I can say from personal experience it will be inexpressibly painful. But, like all parents, we conservatives will be standing by, as patiently as we possibly can, waiting to catch our family when they fall.

Until then, the battle to force them into adulthood continues.

Prism declares that a jaded, cynical view of the world is the hallmark of being an adult. His experience has led him to bitter eyes, a broken heart, and a realization that, unlike Disney fairy tales, much of life truly does suck. As he now looks like an adult, the way he says he feels, must therefore mean he is an adult.

That's really cute.

Seriously.

As I mentioned above, I remember being there. In this wacky world, it's good that some things remain eternal. What's also eternal is that cynicism has nothing to do with being an adult. Far from it.

Cynicism is as much a reaction formation to the dashed illusions of youth as is the childlike expectation of rescue when presented with oncoming and certain oblivion. It's a failure to engage the world as what it is: neither objectively good, or objectively bad. While the world, while life, contains both good and bad, it is neither of those things. Life simply is.

The poety of the Tao Te Ching -- the superstitious gobbledy-gook that results when it's poetry is followed literally is a post for another day -- suggests this idea:

One thing seems long by comparison with that which is, comparatively, short.
One thing is high because another thing is low;
only when sound ceases is quietness known,
and that which leads is seen to lead only by being followed.

In comparison, the sage,
in harmony with the Tao,
needs no comparisons,
and when he makes them, knows
that comparisons are judgements,
and just as relative to he who makes them,
and to the situation,
as they are to that on which
the judgement has been made.

Or more concisely from the Tao of Jody, "Life is full of it, but not just shit."

Yeah, yeah. Stick to screenwriting. I know.

Proving you're an adult because you now see things harshly and bitterly, is at best an affection exemplified by the bevy of leather jacket wearing brooders proclaiming that same truth in the cafeterias of every American (and probably French) high-school, red or blue. At worst, it's a defeatist attitude, a justification for retreat, entrenchment and the erection of barriers, parapets and bolt holes. Stock up on the Prozac, lock up the women and wait out the end, for all is but walking shadow, and it is better not to dream than to have ever dreamed at all.

Further, in attaching your politics to your pain, and then hoisting yourself above others, proclaiming that not only your political beliefs but your take on your sexuality is now better than that of those same others is a lot like throwing three feral cats, a rabid dog, and a jar of peanut butter into a dryer and turning it on: a really bad idea. It creates a foul mix that coats everything from justifications for Executive ineptitude to fears regarding your status as a "man" in a miasma of paranoia, projection and defensiveness.

The traditions of Conservative thought, the debt we owe our Hellenistic past, the obligation of fiscal responsibility and strong economy we have to our future and the strong defense required to bridge those points, are noble and necessary ensigns to loft high, celebrate and march behind. Yet the "...naïve idealism and penchant for wanting to see the world as how they wish it to be..." which leads some to stare down attack dogs in an effort to vote and others angry men with guns to protect children is equally as important, as it addresses and protects those left behind when the ensigns have long since past.

All children, but one, eventually grow up, so I hope that one day Prism Warden understands exactly what cynicism really says about himself. It does not illustrate depth, knowledge, or an understanding of the realities of the world. If it's anything other than a transitory mask worn during the drama of adolescence (or even young adulthood), cynicism becomes nothing but a feint, a covet fueled grab for the privileges of adulthood while avoiding the responsibilities those privileges entail.

In the end, cynicism is about being a child, a physically large one no doubt, but an angry and spoiled one nonetheless.