The hero of the article is a young academic super-star lefty named Kathryn Paige Harden who, the New Yorker says, is almost single-handedly fighting a two-front war: “on her left are those who assume that genes are irrelevant, on her right those who insist that they’re everything.” No one — and I mean no one — thinks genes are “everything,” but that is the pose lefties strike. They believe only committed progressives can truly understand the policy implications of genetics.
I think every progressive, i.e., disingenuous leftist who’s 100% indifferent to the preservation of liberty, who wants to advance any “progressive” idea needs to run it by a committee composed of Bronx Tina, Ron Paul, Lara Logan, Philip Giraldi, Ann Coulter, Cynthia McKinney, any Army E-7 drill sergeant whose last name begins with a “K,” Randy Weaver, and Aaron Babbitt. This would be the 21st-c. equivalent of flapping the scientists of Laputa with inflated bladders in Swift’s masterpiece, Gulliver’s Travels.
As it is, absolute flapdoodle goes right to the moral certainty glands of the nation’s decisionmakers and
shills propgandists journalists like crack cocaine lights up the brain receptors of 48-year-old, overweight, tattooed, lesbian feminists.
Witness the results.
 “Taking the Fun Out of Being ‘Progressive.’” By Jared Taylor, The Unz Review, 9/8/21.