They're theologically sophisticated:
“Is pistol-whipping a priest a felony or a misdemeanor?”They're patriotic:
“In a criminal or ecclesiastical court?”
“States are arbitrary units.”They defy the odds:
“No, they’re not. They have anthems.”
“It ain’t easy turning an octaroon-raised-in-China, sexually deviant, drug-using, computer-hacking, transhumanist Nietzschean into a conservative.”They prefer small government:
“The chip in my passport doesn’t work. Will that be a problem when we go to South Africa?”They're chivalrous:
“I’m not sure. What happened to it?”
“My anarchist ex-boyfriend microwaved it to free me from the state.”
“Fuck you both. No, fuck you twice, because I can’t do that to her."They're committed to the Socratic process:
“I wonder if the gentleman isn’t using philosophy like Prozac, and whether Prozac wouldn’t be more helpful.”They know how to have fun:
“I want to play dirty mind games with someone!”And not a little hard-livin':
“We have Boggle.”
“What time is it?”The bottom line:
“Well, it’s dark, which means we’re awake.”
“So what did you learn in your five years with the Party of the Right?”In all seriousness, the conservatives I knew in college—lo these seven months ago!—drank harder, smoked more, and enjoyed life more fully than their counterparts on the political left, which makes me think that David Frum's bellyaches about the GOP's losses in the 18-25 cohort are overblown. Obama captured them two-to-one this time around, but the young conservatives of today, like the young liberals of the sixties, regard the young-and-single lifestyle as an opportunity for heroism. That's non-negligible cause for hope.
“I learned two ways to pronounce coitus.”
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