a thing that can’t go on forever won’t, then sooner or later leftism will end and life can revert to “normal.” Which to the conservatives means 1985: a popular Republican president, low taxes, 4.2 percent GDP growth, a strong military, a less vulgar pop culture, religion seemingly honored—and every facet of the 1960s revolutions in place, unquestioned, inviolable. But the kind of epochal change recounted in the histories and biographies lining conservatives’ bookshelves is, to them, unthinkable.
My personal fantasy
