F. Scott Fitzgerald nailed it.
And so we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
I’ve been hearing the stories about Brett Kavanaugh’s high school and college years with a strong sense of deja-vu. I grew up with people like him, in the same kind of culture, and, I’m not proud to admit, I even tried — however awkwardly — to be like them. Fortunately it didn’t take for reasons that don’t need explanation here.
But I know these guys. And I know that they don’t change. They may grow up and get good jobs, get married, have kids, even become “responsible citizens,” but they still have the upper privileged programming hard-wired into their brains and other parts, and they do not take kindly to being questioned or challenged about their God-given right to rule over others and keep America safe for frat parties.
It’s also pretty obvious why Trump chose Brett Kavanaugh. He had the upbringing and the social status a kid from Queens could only dream about, and even with all the money in the world he can’t buy the status and the class that he thinks comes with it. It’s interesting that he chose this particular example; he’s shown all the hallmarks of what Trump would have been like had he been raised in that environment of upper crust and Yale.
The world is full of Tom Buchanans. What we need are more Nick Carraways.