I don’t mean you.

Like me, Scott Carrier is slouching toward Bethlehem and back on track sort of. In the last month he’s put up six episodes of a new Home of the Brave sub-series called Culture War.

My favorite so far is number four, “Creeped Out”. He reports from the Midwest on the widespread Trump support there, and how he considers it at the root a homoerotic phenomenon. Which is an interesting idea, though possibly unfair to homoeroticism generally. “Halloween every day”, he says, though possibly unfair to Halloween also. “Motorcycle gangs”, he says. “Violent clowns”, he says. I’m not taking up for either of those, so sure; let’s go with those.

And finally, mask-wearers vs. pinheads, socialists vs. fascists.

If I do end up voting Biden/Harris (and I probably will at this point, given that they’re only up by five percent here), it won’t be because of anything Joe says, and certainly not because Kamala persuaded me in that lackluster performance. It will be simply for the reason that it’s the antifa thing to do, in the original, uncapitalized sense.

You don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.

You don’t have to love, like, or even accept corrupt neoliberal swine, to do your tiny bit of duty against fascists. Even if it would be better to live in a deep blue state and have the luxury of a virtue-signal vote for something

less worse.

This is not a political post. This is the Humanities hour.

Don’t stop, Scott. Alex. Any of you amen.