Because I like to bring comfort to those in distress, How To Avoid Tears And Pretentious Agonising:
Well, you’d think that repel invaders and uphold the most basic of laws wouldn’t be too much to ask of a government. And yet.
And at this terribly difficult time, for some, do spare a thought for this tightly-wound progressive gentleman, presumably now trembling at the prospect of some Trumpian Sturmabteilung. Oh, and this madam here, the editor-in-chief of Mother Jones. The one rendered distraught by a flight attendant’s courtesy and its ominous implications for the future of the world.
Update, via the comments:
Writing in the Guardian, the left-leaning novelist Francine Prose is not, I fear, taking recent developments well:
I hoped to go to sleep on election night knowing Harris had won, and that we were safe. But that is not what was in store for us. The anxiety I’m feeling right now started months ago. During the lead-up to the 2024 presidential election, my hair began falling out and one of my eyelids started twitching.
Following the above, those unhinged leanings really kick into gear, with the inevitable mentions of Hitler, Stalin, dictatorship, people thrown from helicopters, and “the imprisonment and execution of those who disagree.” A feverish, dystopian drama in which, one assumes, Ms Prose anticipates a starring role.
Needless to say, Ms Prose is far from alone in her weird theatre of distress. And as illustrated many times in the comments below, the overlap of progressive politics and mental illness would seem to be quite significant.
And so, we have the round-the-clock delusional ravings of MSNBC, including the repeated claim that Florida is “an extreme right-wing fascist state,” and Laura Helmuth, the editor-in-chief of Scientific American, a once-reputable publication, screeching profanities and insisting, quite emphatically, that anyone who chose to vote differently from herself must be racist, sexist, and “fucking fascists.”
No other possibilities fitting inside her gentle, thoughtful head.
The phenomenon, a competitively uploaded departure from reality, is difficult to explain in terms of mere politics and actual, real-world policies. We appear to be in the realm of… well, something else.
Update 2:
Pst314 brings rumblings from academia, where the clever people gather:
Leonard Serrato, Assistant Director for Fraternity and Sorority Life at the University of Oregon, tells all Trump supporters to kill themselves.
What a sweet guy! Because he cares so deeply.
That would be this chap here:
Says Mr Serrato,
I am a very petty person and I am very proud of that. I love it about myself, actually.
When they tell you who they are, believe them. As I’m told the kids say.
I mean, if a spiteful, childish, leftist ideologue announces to the world, on camera, that his political fixations are much more important to him than his supposed loved ones, his family and lifelong friends, and that he wishes death on them for daring to disagree with him, then I see no reason to assume that he must mean something other than what he’s actually saying, having thought about it and filmed it, and having then shared it with the world.
Where students might see.
But hey, pronouns in bio.
As seen, for instance, here, these are not things said and done reluctantly, in some momentary fit of anger, or under duress. This is something that’s been considered, chosen, rehearsed, and then willingly shared. Something that Mr Serrato feels emboldened to do, presumably because many of his peers will be saying much the same things. As if it could have no negative repercussions.
Happily, and somewhat surprisingly, he was wrong, on this occasion at least, and has, it seems, been placed on “administrative leave.”
Update 3:
In the comments, a recurring motif is the howling of progressive women who are seemingly unable to comprehend how a society reshaped to accommodate their fever dreams may not appeal to everyone. As if they, and their psychology, weren’t part of the equation.
With the above in mind, readers may find the following instructive, albeit in ways the speaker, Danielle Mann, doesn’t intend:
You see, she needs to know where you live. And you have to wear an identifying bracelet. And hey, who could possibly dislike the idea of these bedlamites having the leverage they crave? A world they would find congenial, shaped in their image, according to their compulsions.
Oh, and yes, she’s a high-school teacher. Influencing other people’s children. Every day of the week.
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