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This describes the collective personality of the current American political left as we know it: as it has always been since its emergence from the country's nationwide, post-adolescent tantrum of spoiled self-absorption passed off as "revolution" in the 1960s and 70s. Leftists have always shined a spotlight on themselves. Everyone before them had it wrong. Everyone after them will serve them. They invented sex, morality, truth, poetry, and intoxication. Nobody before them had any concept of their common, everyday experiences. Nobody before them had any knowledge at all.
They're locked up so tightly in their own insipidly vacuous, sanctimonious little worlds, where they reign supreme over reality itself, that they're mentally and emotionally crippled: incapable of even acknowledging, let alone comprehending, the thoughts and experiences of others, God as greater than themselves, or any environment in which all that happens, and all that exists, isn't all about, doesn't revolve around, and doesn't exist to serve them.
These people have made me sick to my stomach since I was a teenager, listening to them frothily "protesting" against whatever they could for no other reason than to revel in their own self-ingratiating melodrama. From the outset I sensed that they were phonies; they didn't care about war, peace, civil rights, equality, or the environment. They were always about exploiting morality to elevate themselves to the authoritarian roles in open society that they had enjoyed as the spoiled children of privileged upper-middle and upper-class families.
I have wondered if they are not the predictable result of their parents' prosperity: an entire population of people who've learned that all of reality should sacrifice for their benefit, enrichment, security, and pleasure.
The left is pleased with itself for electing Barack Obama; and he, with his cheap, sneering contempt for all who are not like him, dutifully reflects their self-glorification back at them. He is precisely the president we might've expected the American political left to produce: a personified medal of honor to reward itself for its own omniscient greatness.
That there is almost poetry!
These people have made me sick to my stomach since I was a teenager, listening to them frothily "protesting" against whatever they could for no other reason than to revel in their own self-ingratiating melodrama. From the outset I sensed that they were phonies; they didn't care about war, peace, civil rights, equality, or the environment. They were always about exploiting morality to elevate themselves to the authoritarian roles in open society that they had enjoyed as the spoiled children of privileged upper-middle and upper-class families.
I have wondered if they are not the predictable result of their parents' prosperity: an entire population of people who've learned that all of reality should sacrifice for their benefit, enrichment, security, and pleasure.
The left is pleased with itself for electing Barack Obama; and he, with his cheap, sneering contempt for all who are not like him, dutifully reflects their self-glorification back at them. He is precisely the president we might've expected the American political left to produce: a personified medal of honor to reward itself for its own omniscient greatness.
That there is almost poetry!
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