The True Deniers

I was on the left of the political spectrum. I supported Harold Wilson in the UK and voted twice for Whitlam. My Dad, a tradesman, was a union man. My formative credentials were impeccable. I could have become a True Believer. I changed my mind and became and remain a conservative. Not a classical liberal or libertarian, you understand, but a conservative. Classical liberals and libertarians tend to be in favour of too much individual licence and globalism for my liking.

Mind you, classical liberals and libertarians have cases to be made. As do left-wingers of the kind my dad and I used to be, and dare I say of the kind George Orwell used to be. Accordingly, I often find myself in agreement with one or other of their positions. But then there are post-modern progressive leftists. A vast impenetrable chasm separates their minds from mine.

They are, to my mind, a race apart. My best guess is that they are alien body snatchers from the dead planet Stultus; otherwise now called