I am a middle-aged dad, and to quote Abe Simpson, a minor character from a show that was popular 30 years ago, “I used to be with ‘it,’ but then they changed what ‘it’ was. Now what I’m with isn’t ‘it,’ and what’s ‘it’ seems weird and scary to me. It’ll happen to you!”
Obviously, I am no longer an arbiter of what’s cool, if I ever was one. If anything, my superpower is that I am old enough to be emotionally, socially, and financially secure, such that I get to care about things on the merits and am otherwise immune to feeling like I should approve of something because of its cultural cachet.
Which brings me to the Democrat party. I have a decades-long written record of disagreeing with their policies on the merits, and they’ve become so uncool I actually feel bad for them. I can’t watch them right now without experiencing second-hand embarrassment. Now I’m sure there are many fine folks on the former bird app who are willing to angrily disabuse me of the notion I should feel bad for Democrats, and fair enough. But great Odin’s raven, what are Democrats doing to themselves? (If you’re keeping score, that reference is 21 years old.)
The Federalist 
