Not so long ago our class time spent chipping at liberal democracy, indignant that people should accept its contradictions, its false consciousness, its smokescreens when as young Foucault-Marxists we knew better. And now as parents of what we settled into, in the name of security as provided by these liberal democracies, the children who would grow up to look after us, stepping off the curb as Autocracy's cement truck hits the gas in an effort to beat the light has us instinctively reaching for that child, is the shape I'm in.
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