The Emptiness of Leftism

For those of you who followed my writing both here, and on Twitchy, you'll know that I was affectionately dubbed the "Grim Reaper" because I wrote the obits for quite a few celebrities, including Matthew Perry, former President Jimmy Carter, Pope Francis, and Bob Uecker. That's continued here at Townhall, where I wrote Catherine O'Hara's obit earlier today. Prior to this writing career, I was a hospice nurse.

I suppose when you deal with death as a part of life, as often as I have, you start to think about what it means to lead a life well-lived. It also gives one a different perception of life and time: the things we think are important often aren't, in the grand scheme of things, and life is too short and too precious to waste it on the stupid stuff.

And a lot of it is stupid stuff.

To that end, I make a concerted effort to find joy even on the worst days. Take today, for example. It's cold and snowing again. I hate winter with a passion, but I'll admit the snow is pretty (especially when I don't have to shovel it).

And I'm not saying I don't get down. I have pity parties and sad days just like everyone else. I'm human, after all.

This is what a fully manufactured white leftist activist looks like.

No real convictions
No long-term purpose
No skin in the game

Just outrage on demand and a camera-ready meltdown whenever the script calls for it.

Perfect pawn material. Easy to wind up, easy to point in a… pic.twitter.com/2mdoki0Sho
— I Meme Therefore I Am 🇺🇸 (@ImMeme0) January 28, 2026

"If you want to argue with me, I'll argue, but I gotta let you know something: I'm willing to burn my whole f***ing life to the ground," she says. "I don't care. I got nothing to lose. I don't want to be here, and I don't believe in heaven. So f*** with somebody else."

It's profoundly sad, and scary, for someone to think their life is devoid of all meaning in this plain of existence, and that there's nothing beyond.

I'm going to make not an assumption, but an intuitive leap here. Given the number of videos we've seen like this, it's logical to conclude this woman is on the opposite end of the political spectrum from me. What has that done for her?

Not much.

Going back 26 years, I remember being told that Republicans like George W. Bush were going to make my life miserable, my existence oppressive, like that of The Handmaid's Tale (years before that was a thing). True happiness, I was told, lay in becoming a Leftist.

Vote Democrat. Don't get married. Don't have kids. Don't believe in God. Spend your every waking moment mired in politics and make sure to politicize everything — from the food I eat to the clothes I wear to the shows I watch.

All of that, I was told, would make my life good. I'd be "free," enlightened, and tolerant, and morally superior to those icky, oppressed conservative women.

It's funny how I have yet to see any video of a Leftist actually being happy about anything in their lives. They hate their jobs, they hate the few family members they haven't managed to alienate, they hate their neighbors, they hate their country.

And, above all, they seem to hate themselves.

They are always the victims, always the oppressed, and nothing is ever good enough. There is no joy in their world. I often compared them to the Puritans of old, who also frowned on happiness. But at least the Puritans believed in heaven.

Imagine going through life being so miserable, only to believe you die at the end, alone and unloved. It's genuinely sad.

On the other hand, I have a pretty nice life of which my politics is just a small part. I have someone I love and adore. I have children who bring me joy. I spend time at the movies, reading, doing cross-stitch, going to the gym, and traveling the world. There are things in this world I would absolutely fight and die for, because my life isn't devoid of meaning. But those are battles I pick and choose.

And I guess the lesson in all of that is this: Leftism is nothing but empty promises, and it destroys everything it touches.