Losing Friends Over Cultural Lines in the Sand

when you lose your temper, you lose everything else as well

I arrived in Las Vegas, my new home, a fully vetted Utopian. I lived in the progressive bubble of Chicago (remarkably an urban blue area sequestered in a fully red state) for thirty years. I dated for four years a woman committed thoroughly to Marxist dogma (despite her love for $500 leather boots and expensive restaurants). Her godfather (and loosely d…