Many leftists want to convert America, and indeed the world, into a universal 60s hippie commune with a much too unrealistically bland, much too unrealistically permissive, atmosphere; where much-too-soft eternal children can evade real responsibility while playing at life and busying themselves by pretending to be each other's clinical social workers. The clinical therapeutic milieu is built upon the conception that none should endure temporary realistic adult discomfort for the sake of long term gain. None should undertake adult responsibilities and maturity. None should pay the consequences for their excesses or indifference. None should do anything but what is comfortable and what pleases them. None should even hear anything unless it makes them comfortable and pleases them or it's a hate crime. None should do much beyond pursuing their personal hobbies. A predominant hobby, for, lack of anything of substance, has become fabrication of personal problems which people employ to intrigue each other, which become the basis of their empty relationships, and which simultaneously confer dishonest escape from accountability through attaining the status of claiming to be mental outpatients. In truth, many American people have become so soft from being allowed to perpetuate their own dishonesty that they are for practical purposes mental outpatients who can now do naught but huddle together in a giant commune like sick sheep huddling against the harsh weather of need for responsibility and facing a serious real world.
Not only is this a bad plan, it is unworkable-at least in my world.