Your political opinions are disjointed; the positions you hold in no way line up with the labels you apply to yourself. When you talk about politics, it sounds like someone live-tweeting the writer's room at Last Week Tonight on a particularly unproductive day.
Your every thought was spoon-fed to you by a group of propagandists who want you dead. Every conversation we have feels to me like digging through a pile of excrement looking to find out what a sick animal had for its last meal. That's how distasteful it is, finding the regurgitated chunks of headline you half-understood, and how easy it is to identify the corny chunks of Sam Bee tweets and blood-red WaPo opinion column titles.
When you asked me to read a technical manual and summarize it for you, I empathized with your learning disorder and helped you out - don't you goddamn dare claim what little you've read of contemporary politics or current events is even on the same plane of validity as my own. When you patronizingly say "No one is entitled to their own facts", I agree, but you mean the ones you were given rather than than the Truth. You imagine yourself a free-thinker, a scientist, and the truth is you question nothing and do not think at all.
I know you're trying to justify your position in the company during layoff season, but I have half a mind to make your job look unnecessary instead of helping you prove how necessary it is, even knowing it will make my own long days even longer.
I doubt I'm the only one who ends a day at work feeling like this. If you read it, thanks for listening to me vent.
The reason the left gained so much ground in the culture war was because for most of its existence they've been the only ones fighting it. Sure we've pushed back, but only politely. Meanwhile they were taking over key positions of power, silencing important voices, and reporting and cancelling people for wrong think.
When it comes to the culture war, I am reminded of a very awful video of mass executions in the middle-east.
Two men walked down a line of people, cutting their heads one by one. They didn't have a gun, just a machete each. The people would kneel, and procedurally, chop, kneel, chop, kneel, chop.
They were not chained, just tied hands. They could resist. It was like 100 vs 2, they could easily win if a couple dozen were willing to die in the attempt. But rather than save half at the risk of death from personal agency, they all die. Better to die than to risk being impolite to your executioner, I guess?
Same but less bloody in cultural spheres: One side kneels, the other side chops. That's their roles, and they follow those roles. When the one side runs out of kneelers to chop, they in-fight and scream to get their fellow choppers to kneel, so they can chop more, all they know how to do is chop. The other side cowers and kneels, hoping the choppers will bore or grow tired of the divinely-inspired religious zealotry that drives them to chop. To stop them from chopping isn't their role, their role is to kneel and cower, and so that is what they do.
The ones who don't kneel and cower earn scads of money, at the expense of being insulted by the choppers. But the choppers can only chop someone who kneels, so hurling insults is all they can do. But that threat of insults is enough to keep most kneeling.