There are people who are virtuous and there are people who are not and so cover themselves in symbols to mask their lack.
Whenever I see a yard sign declaring “hate has no home here”, I am certain I will be overwhelmed with the owner’s hatred if I don’t hold to his rigid and unforgiving ideology.
Whenever I see a bumper sticker declaring “I believe in science”, I have no doubt the driver thinks of scientists like the ancients thought of oracles and science itself like magic.
Whenever I see a shirt emblazoned with “love is love”, I know the wearer, with all the nuanced understanding of a troglodyte, can’t tell the difference between the extremes of perverted lust and dying to save a life.
But when I see the fruits of an ordered life, I don’t wonder about virtue.