Only a person of astonishing personal perception, intelligence, and acuity can fathom the depths of Bricker’s complex and nuanced thinking. Happily, I’m not very busy at the moment, and can oblige.
First off, **Bricker **hangs with Republicans and conservatives, which means he is used to being the smartest person in the room. I have little doubt that in such company, his complex logical and semantic gymnastics are met with approval, they thump his shoulders and cheer his clear, crisp reasoning.
Then he gets here and no such open-minded acceptance prevails. What conclusion can he draw other than liberals and lefties are stupid and biased? He already knows his notions survive examination by very smart people, so his ideas are soundly reasoned. Must be us, no other explanation.
Also, he is stuck in a bygone era and its definitions. Used to be, the liberal was a creature so enamored of even-handedness and open-mindedness, he couldn’t wait to tell you that, on the other hand, he might be wrong. He didn’t so much assert a position as imply it, suggest it as one of a wide array of options.
(Feh! The radicals hack the path and clear the campsite, the progressives build the cabins and the campfires, the liberals show up once the hot showers are installed…)
So, that’s what he expects, an even-handed debate between someone who knows they are right and someone who thinks they very well might be, can’t be sure. Could be. So, his opposite number here isn’t a liberal but he doesn’t have another word. So, he’s kinda stuck. The liberals he’s used to would fall all over themselves to offer respect and admiration for his arguments. Therefore, they were intelligent and honest, since it is perfectly clear that his positions are not just sensible and reasonable, but excellently so!
He expects approval and praise for his opinions, which are pretty much the same as they’ve always been. Therefore, he is not in the company of legitimate liberals, but some brain-damaged imitation thereof. Stupid enough to assert that we are right, without the soft and gentle padding of uncertainty. Clearly, that is our fault, that is the degradation of the left.
The poor dear. Time for another group hug.