One good student revolt might shatter the liberal meme, true. We certainly might see something instantaneous and spectacular. Or we may see something more gradual.

I have been wondering how these changed economic conditions—kids being forced to live at home with their families, parents and children being forced to rely on each other—re-discovering, for some, extended families and such networks—might roll forward as a slower moving revolution.

One of the things in 1984 the Party sought to destroy was the family. The family, in a larger sense, personal loyalties, that might conflict with the State were just as dangerous as the meanings of certain words. This is why I think liberals try so hard to stoke racial and cultural animosities. It is a way of harnessing love and hate for their own political purposes. Divide and rule.

But I think they have failed—at least in my case. Even though we sometimes fight among ourselves, even though we hold very different beliefs very dearly, when I look at my friends and loved ones laughing at a barbecue, I can’t help grabbing a beer telling a few gay jokes, too, laughing at my own expense. I can afford it. I know that these people don’t want to kill me.

You see, when I look across my beer bottle at all that laughter and all that love I see what Churchill saw across the Atlantic: the arsenal of democracy.