Conservatism is, among many other things, a culture. The most important glue binding it together is a shared sense of cultural grievance - the conviction, uniting conservatives high and low, theocratic and plutocratic, neocon and paleocon, that someone, somewhere is looking down their noses at them with a condescending sneer.
The most insignificant people are the most apt to sneer at others. They are safe from reprisals. And have no hope of rising in their own self esteem but by lowering their neighbors.
Therefore it does not help to sneer at the imperfection of today's reality or to preach absolutes as a daily agenda.
Giving thanks is that: making the canyon of pain into a megaphone to proclaim the ultimate goodness of God when Satan and all the world would sneer at us to recant.
The world goes up and the world goes down, the sunshine follows the rain; and yesterday's sneer and yesterday's frown can never come over again.
Were it not for the Clash, punk would have been just a sneer, a safety pin and a pair of bondage trousers.
What looks like enjoyment is the sneer of contempt. That's not a smile.
People who would never sneer at sci-fi and murder mysteries have no trouble damning the whole romance genre without reading one.
Who can refute a sneer?
A new idea is delicate. It can be killed by a sneer or a yawn; it can be stabbed to death by a quip and worried to death by a frown on the right man's brow.