Night comes earlier, the mornings are darker, fog has settled over the land, and liberals - when not busy denouncing the rule of law, rejecting the facts of life, or rioting in pussy hats - sit by their dim, solar-powered faux fireplaces and think the most frightening thoughts.
Still, liberals looking longingly at that road, because the people who built it seemed to know what they were doing, while their own path can be confusing, with unexpected twists and turns, and questions that even they can't quite answer.
Most terrifying of all is what preceded the yellow brick road: the past - the old road from which liberals diverged.
Liberals see horrid reminders of the past every day, even on the yellow brick road. In their very pocketbooks, they might find a portrait of the petrifying Old Hickory, Andrew Jackson.
They once honored this American hero because he seemed like the embodiment of American democracy - but that was when liberals like Arthur Schlesinger, James Michener, and Samuel Eliot Morrison thought America was worth celebrating.
At one time, liberals accepted Marshall's military service and far-seeing diplomacy as admirable.
As the liberal shakes off these gloomy thoughts - these fears of what could be, if conservatives ever understood the past and made it attractive to the young - they are consoled that so many self-styled "Conservatives" are content to skip down the yellow brick road with them, asking only for occasional detours, agreeing that the statues are best left shrouded, that many of the "Heroes" are best disparaged, and much of the past best forgotten.
https://spectator.org/fright-night-liberals/
Still, liberals looking longingly at that road, because the people who built it seemed to know what they were doing, while their own path can be confusing, with unexpected twists and turns, and questions that even they can't quite answer.
Most terrifying of all is what preceded the yellow brick road: the past - the old road from which liberals diverged.
Liberals see horrid reminders of the past every day, even on the yellow brick road. In their very pocketbooks, they might find a portrait of the petrifying Old Hickory, Andrew Jackson.
They once honored this American hero because he seemed like the embodiment of American democracy - but that was when liberals like Arthur Schlesinger, James Michener, and Samuel Eliot Morrison thought America was worth celebrating.
At one time, liberals accepted Marshall's military service and far-seeing diplomacy as admirable.
As the liberal shakes off these gloomy thoughts - these fears of what could be, if conservatives ever understood the past and made it attractive to the young - they are consoled that so many self-styled "Conservatives" are content to skip down the yellow brick road with them, asking only for occasional detours, agreeing that the statues are best left shrouded, that many of the "Heroes" are best disparaged, and much of the past best forgotten.
https://spectator.org/fright-night-liberals/
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