Liberal guilt, encapsulated
“Crudely summarised, it goes something like this: ‘I am better than you because I pretend to feel worse.’”
Spot on. In fact, I think of it this way: watching the left luxuriate over their various self-inflicted ethical debasements is like watching some sort of sad and surreal penis measuring contest — only, in a progressive break with testosterone-sodden patriarchal tradition, the morally-preening self-flagellists have decided to measure whose castrated stump is actually shortest. To, you know, avoid being called out for perpetuating even self-referential gender stereotypes that are complicit in sustaining moral blindness with respect to multi-tiered hierarchies of socio-ontological privilege.
After which I enjoy a sandwich and watch an episode of Swamp People and I forget all about these pretentious morons.
(h/t Silver Whistle)