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“He should include a box of crayons.”

Excellent!

Re your post #23:

Years ago I considered myself a leftist— whenever their flag was raised I stood and saluted (figuratively, I mean.)
More than a few times I knew, instinctively and profoundly, that I was applauding nonsense. I expended hours of effort ignoring, rationalizing and self-deceiving to maintain my identification with them.

Why? Because, for one thing I’d forfeit my narcissistic sense of being at the vanguard of history. I wanted to be special, merely being unique didn’t seem like enough I guess.

More important however, I feared it would be the equivalent of losing my self—that I would be alone, cast adrift in a forlorn, arbitrary and meaningless chaos.

I’m overdoing it a little; I actually recall the day I consciously rejected the left. The world didn’t shift its axis; no mountains fell. It was no different from any other and I remained the same person who’d gone to bed the night before. Well, maybe I was a little pissed off at my former heroes.

I think some of these kids are going to be in similar states as they begin to wake up; the fear of change is harder than the change itself. It may be that fear we are seeing these days.

I just bring this up because the only way to defeat the left is by converting the leftist individually. This takes empathy—and truckloads of patience.