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I drove from Orlando to Savannah this weekend and stopped for gas somewhere along I-95 in rural Georgia. I pulled into the pump right behind a Subaru station wagon with Virginia plates (which I presume are from Alexandria, not Roanoke), with the back covered in all sorts of left-wing bumper stickers: Coexist in religious symbols, Eat Local, all sorts of peace vs. war stickers, Love Our Mother (with a picture of the Earth), Hillary 2016, and so on and so forth.
I suspect these are standard equipment, or at least an inexpensive option, on a Subaru. There were two women in the car, I’d guess in their late 20s, who I believe were partners. One had shoulder-length blondish hair, the other had a crew cut. Both wore baggy jeans and sweatshirts, both were a bit overweight (I cast no stones here…), and both had nose rings. Crew cut girl had a wallet in the back pocket of her jeans, with a long silver chain attaching it to her belt. They looked like they were doing a parody of lesbians – working hard to meet every stereotype. If they were in a Saturday Night Live skit, they would get complaints from the LGBTQ community.
When I went into the gas station to use the restroom, I noticed that someone was walking behind me, and I reflexively held the door open and stood aside, allowing that person to enter first. It was one of the ladies from the Subaru, and she brushed past me without looking at me and mumbled “thanks” in a sarcastic tone, like I had just handed her a used Kleenex. She was pissed. And she exuded unpleasantness. I thought to myself, “There goes a very unhappy person.”
I have two lesbian couples in my medical practice. All four of those ladies are over 60, in stable long-term relationships, are conservative politically, and are just the nicest ladies you’d ever want to meet. I always look forward to seeing them. They’re happy, comfortable in their own skin, and they care about other people.
I have no idea if young lesbians tend to be progressive and if older lesbians tend to be conservative. That is not what this post is about, and I hope the comments below don’t pursue such speculation.
My point is that it was obviously not her sexual preference that made the Subaru lady unpleasant at the gas station. It was her progressive politics. It seems that her progressivism makes her unhappy. And it’s easy to see why.
She hates the evil oil companies who seek to destroy the earth, but she just gave $50 to Exxon.
She hates big banks and giant international corporations, but she paid that $50 with her Visa card, who makes a profit on her support of Exxon.
She hates capitalism, but she just bought a tall can of organic iced tea in a gas station in rural Georgia. That is possible only in a capitalist system, and she knows it. Saint Bernie says capitalism gives us too many choices of shampoo etc, but nobody in rural Georgia drinks organic iced tea. Only urban progressives traveling through. So they have it.
She worships planet earth like a god and hates humans for having any impact on the natural world at all. But she travels by interstate because it’s so convenient.
She hates the condescension of the patriarchy, but when some chubby guy in sweats opens the door for her, what is she to do but walk through? A snarky “thanks” does little to conceal her understandable irritation.
I would be irritable too, if I had just done five things I hate in the past two minutes.
The whole world must make her mad. No wonder she’s irritable. I just can’t imagine. I don’t have the energy to maintain that much frustration. Especially if my life has been made obviously and immeasurably better by the oil companies, banks, international corporations, capitalism, highways, and western culture. Could some of those things stand some improvement from time to time? Sure. But so could I, frankly. And presumably, so could she. But self-improvement is difficult and unpleasant. It’s easier to demand improvement from others, I suppose.
But is it? Because if the only way for you to be happy is for other people to do what you want, then you’ll never be happy. Never. Happiness becomes absolutely impossible at that point. So anger becomes your only option.
The anger of progressives is scary. And getting scarier. Political violence has always been a characteristic of the left, and I can see why. The whole world makes them mad.
And the better our lives become, the angrier they are going to get. So how do you make people like that happy? I hate to even contemplate that.
What an unhappy existence. I feel bad for progressives. I really do.
I also fear them. Our public discourse has gotten nasty and vicious. I suspect that increased political violence is very likely soon, perhaps even in this next political election.
This is going to get nasty.
It’s understandable, I suppose, if you try to look at it from the perspective of progressive true believers. The whole world makes them mad, and they reach the point where they feel the need to lash out.
I feel bad for them. But I feel worse for the rest of us. This is going to get nasty.Published in