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i am not sure what the op is supposed to do beyond provide a cloudy window into the imaginary world of a particular conservative who seems quite concerned with matters of self-justification using the not-terribly-surprising technology of projection.
it's one of those tedious "when did you stop beating your wife" things.
it's impossible to detail how each individual conservative thinks, but at the same time there's a **very** present and well-funded ideological machine that produces statements and images that have the effect of making (far-)right politics a matter of identity rather than one of argument and interpretation.
"the liberal" in this ideological imagination is a fictional character whose function is the enable conservatives to imagine that the identity politics they inhabit--to the extent they inhabit mainstream neo-fascist populist conservative statements--are not bizarre, but rather are a normal mode of interacting with political statements. because "the liberal" does it too.
it's a tedious novel involving lots of john galts running around being heroically individual except when they are thwarted in their heroic individualness by any number of persecuting Others---the evil state, the evil affirmative action, the evil redistribution of wealth, the evil modern world. the reality this novel sets into motion is a rather purple melodrama of self-pity amongst the heroic individual set.
there's a huge range of political viewpoints outside the uniformity of statements brought to you by the usual conservative sponsors. there is no "the liberal." except maybe in one sense: most of the folk i know from moderates through people quite left of what gets any access to the mainstream/corporate opinion manufacturing machinery agree on one thing: that the conservative novel that features all these john galts running around being heroically individual except when they are thwarted by the forces of Evil is fucking stupid.
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a gramophone its corrugated trumpet silver handle
spinning dog. such faithfulness it hear
it make you sick.
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