(This is a continuation of a thought, it started here.)
So then, progress. As I was asking before, who doesn’t like to make progress?
But when I pull that IKEA furniture out of those nifty flat boxes, I know I’m building a couch (or a SCHWERGENKLEIN, or something). I know where I’m supposed to be going, even if it takes me a while to get there. Ok, a long while. And a few drinks.
But what is our modern progressive movement building? What are we progressing towards?
The two great arms of the modern Democratic party are encircling America at this point, and I have no doubt at all that it was intended to be a hug. But while the one arm gives me a gentle pat full of tolerance, non-discrimination, of letting me do pretty much whatever I’d like to do with full government and legal sanction, the other is squeezing way too tight and micro-managing my behavior, right down to how much sugar I eat, because I certainly can’t be trusted to make my own decisions responsibly.
And here is where it all breaks down, because somewhere in this contradictory mix we think we’re making progress. And while I do agree that some things should be different than they are, perhaps we should pull out those instructions, count the screws [insert political joke here], and get a clear picture of what we’re building before we start with the hammering and the sawing.
Just a thought. Now I need a drink.