The Left believes that conservatives walk around in a constant state of grump ‘n’ frump, annoyed by every manifestation of modernity, itching to roll back to the calendar to a day when women flounced around the kitchen in a modest pink dress and dad came home at day’s end, smoked a pipe, read the paper, and frowned about Bolshevism. We’re the killjoys, the scolds, the gloomy dour dolts, sour apples bobbing in a tub of bile. We lack the lark-song that fills the breast when you embrace the Progressive perspective. The hope! The sense of community, the yes-we-can conviction that a perfected society is almost within our grasp!
I don’t think they realize how their own obsessions look to people who don’t see the world through the prisms they have have taped over their own eyes. From the Atlantic magazine website:
Someone needs to form a committee about this, stat. Yes yes, the trains run on time. But they need to be more supportive. And that conductor? He never listens. Oh he pretends to. But you can tell. MILES AWAY.