A story from my side of the tracks:
Let me help you out - you’ve listed these points before, therefore they are no longer valid - even if they were valid, and still are valid, just because they have already been said. Even if your arguments point to the fatal flaw in my governance, the arguments are not valid because.... you cannot disagree with me. So there. You are stupid, regardless of your education.... and probably racist and don’t even know it. Which explains why you cannot agree with me.
My left coast, white bent, is farmed from cradle to grave. We look the same, talk the same, focus on the same perceived problems, we get “deeply saddened and concerned” the same, we create our own fake problems and then fixate on unnecessary ways to solve the unnecessary problems. We’re actually just bored... I think. But since people give us attention we are pooling our resources and getting something done. So there.
My leaders don’t have to solve problems - they just must do something “new.” I will just mock you, even if I have no legitimate / half reasonable counter. If you don’t have new points to argue, then I win. Cool. I will continue to build my mountain of intelligent governance out of an Oregon sand bar. When it washes away after $30 billion in more failed experiments, I’ll just reload more junk into my recyclable cannon gun and dream up a better approach. My sincerest belief is that there is no foundational starting point. As long as I adhere to that party line, nobody can prove me wrong. Vote and spend away! Reload and do again! Joy! I love to see the sand bars wash away - it is beautiful, especially at sunset.
The only thing that keeps me awake is that losers tend to lose and winners tend to win. Once I change all the rules I have a sneaky feeling my new government and society will be run by the same line of humans who have always figured out how to take command in all situations. The bottom feeders seem to always settle back to the bottom... next to me. Not sure why that happens.
Logic and arguments do not sway me. I am sensitive to mockery, though. Mockery makes me unsettled. What if people give me exactly what I ask for and then take me to the woodshed when I fail to deliver. Scary. Mockery. Makes me feel sad.