One of my basic beliefs about politics is that, over a long enough time frame, all political movements become indistinguishable from the parodies their opponents make of them. So in the world of conservatism, you see things like rolling coal, a kind of performative idiocy in which the other side’s exaggerated definition of what you and your people are becomes the ideal you hope to reach, precisely because your opponents dislike what they have made of you. Rolling coal is more deeply and authentically postmodern than anything any tenured French academic from the 70s ever invented.
And, on the left, it looks something like this.
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Let me be dead myself before I ever look at the corpse of a teenager, dead by suicide, and see in her frail lifelessness the hand of privilege. In the end, the most profound political ideal is the courage to remain human.
