Progressives

From I Wear The Black Hat:

It was a war of attrition. The winners didn’t make a better argument, but they wore the culture down. [Here, again, we see the inevitable: Over time, the winners are always the progressives.] Almost everything that advocates of the speech-limitation movement wanted in 1990 have been adopted by the world at large; in virtually all situations, we err on the side of the potentially offended (this, more than anything else, is the best argument against the idea of an ever-coarsening culture).

Amazingly, my older brother has become one of my best friends. This is largely due to the fact that Trey, my best friend best friend, is the only person I ever really hang out with. So my brother’s high ranking is de facto more than anything else, but it seems to highlight a transition I never thought could come about.

For the briefest of backstory, Robby (that’s his name) and I were not “close” growing up. Throughout high school and up until I was 21 or 22, I think one could say we had no relationship whatsoever. I can’t pinpoint the wedge that kept us apart for so many years, but now that we get along it’s like becoming reacquainted with someone who was always there in the first place.

Now he’s 27, as I am 25. And, to me, it’s crazy that after so long and having not communicated about any real issues, ever, we see eye-to-eye on almost everything. I imagine he leans further to the left than I do on world politics, but when it comes to domestic issues we’re both painfully aware of how disrupted the United States have become. Independently, and without prior discussion, Robby and I both pointed to Bernie Sanders as the candidate we most identify with. And although his campaign to win the presidency will likely be a losing battle, my brother and I are slightly comforted by the fact that America continues skewing towards the progressives. Even if Hillary Clinton is elected to two terms, it means we’re still about a decade away from the progressive cause to be realized. But it is coming.