Progress and cosy nostalgia.
This essay isn’t as much degrowther nonsense as I thought it’d be. It still leans that way, but not to the pathological degree that the modern left tends to. You know, the version that would kill billions and cause a regression of 500+ years in societal progress.
But it’s still pretty bad. It’s not even that it gets many points wrong, exactly. It’s just all steering the wrong direction. The modern left has been so stunned and staggered by their recent losses to those that they see as their inferiors that they can’t even think.
I don’t have the energy to write a long-ass essay (or assay) myself this evening, but I will say that in the disavowal of progress and improvement for a focus on fixing things now, the modern left precludes any advancement in the future as well. This essay is, strangely, an example of what it decries: nostalgia for something that can never be and furthermore has never been. It’s a fiction based on a fiction; a dream whose dreamer is deceased.
Relatedly, the left could’ve had Elon Musk on their side. But most of them are not interested in conversions and conversation leading to solidarity. They want vengeance no different than the thug conservatives — they just couch it in squishier language. And here I use “conversion” deliberately because the left’s asseveration and beliefs are as religious in nature as any ecclesiastical evangelism ever seen on this Earth.
And now my three minutes are up and this mini-essay is at an end.