"O brave new world, / That has such people in 't!"
One progressive ex-fact checker has boldly announced that it's time to forget about the facts. No one cares about them anyway. "It’s Time to Give Up on Facts," is the title of his screed.
Not that the left has ever done facts. Claiming to be the party of reality while living in a policy fantasy world in which debt is investment and letting in more Muslim terrorists into the country makes us safer is a tactic.
As are the fact checking sites that don't check facts, but spin them.
But anyway it's time for the party of drunkards to abandon sobriety, the drunkard hiccuped.
You’ll hate it because we liberals tend to pride ourselves on caring about evidence, science, and accuracy. Being factually right, or at least grounded in reality, is something we value, something meaningful to our self-concept. But if we’re going to avoid the worst effects of this administration’s parade of whoppers—which is more important than defeating the whoppers themselves—then some of us, sometimes, are going to have to engage with voters and representatives who are mired in pernicious misinformation.
He almost has it right. Liberals pride themselves on it. They don't actually practice it. But believing that they are factually right helps them look past how wrong they are.
"If someone says that the Muslim ban is OK because all terrorists are Muslim, it might be more worth it to ask about their fear of terrorism than to rail against the falsehood about terrorists. That can yield a more useful conversation. What’s really going to make them safer? How much safety is really possible, and what are we willing to trade for it? We should probably all practice saying, “There’s no evidence for that, but the important thing is … ” and “Well, I disagree, but let’s say you’re right. What about … ” without choking."
This is how the left tries to approach talking to people it disagrees with.
Sure we haven't convinced you with our lies. So we'll condescend to you instead. While being incredibly irritating. Then 5 minutes into the conversation, when you still don't agree with us, we'll lose our tempers and start screaming you're a racist.