Wednesday, October 3
notes to my six-years-younger self
First, the left in America is going to be its own worst enemy not for as long as its most passionate constituents demand radical change, but for as long as they refuse to acknowledge real differences in likely outcomes.
If you believe in the good, and make an enemy of me because I prefer actually available incremental goods to actually likely evils, you are not advancing the values that we share. If you believe that your values will only be advanced when a catastrophic reversal of the actual, everyday good triggers a revolutionary overthrow of the existing dispensation, you are courting a lifetime of disappointment.
A Miller High Life is not a high-end single malt, but neither is ordering one at the bar at parity with huffing gasoline in an abandoned parking garage.