Liberals are at a loss.
The U.S. president, who turned out to be more vile and duplicitous than they even had imagined, may or may not be indicted within a year's time. Meanwhile, Congress is run by conservatives who, spurred by the greed of their donors and the fears of their base, are growing ever more comfortable telling blatant lies, preparing cover-ups and counter-narratives and overhauling the nation's tax code in the manner of a Vegas caper — hidden from view with the cash to be divvied among the plunderers.
So the federal government is hostile territory. Meanwhile, liberal safe havens, the places where a certain class of liberals goes for succor and strength, or even for a thoughtful diversion from a world teeming with Orcs, are in tumult. Everywhere, institutions that liberals rely on are drowning beneath a progressive wave of metoo.
Voices long deemed soothing sound suddenly screechy, even menacing. So long, Garrison Keillor, folksy host of "A Prairie Home Companion." Goodbye, Charlie Rose, earnest public television interviewer. Good riddance, Harvey Weinstein, Democratic donor and purveyor of the kind of movies that well-educated people liked to talk about. Sorry to see you go, Al Franken, senator who gets health-care policy but also gets the joke. Au revoir, Hamilton Fish, publisher of the New Republic. Adios, Don Hazen, longtime lefty news executive.
Can we stop now?
Well, not yet.
Moving up the culture ladder in New York City, the still-proud capital of liberalism, something appears deeply rotten at the top of the Metropolitan Opera. Meanwhile, Peter Martins, the longtime head of the New York City Ballet, no longer seems quite so elegant and refined. (True, New York's Lincoln Center is Koch Country, but it's a country where Trump has always been alien and undocumented.) Oh, and the editor of the Paris Review — he's in la poubelle, too.
WNYC, the public radio station in New York, added to liberal woes last week. The station announced the firing of erudite interviewer Leonard Lopate and one-of-a-kind musical programmer Jonathan Schwartz, both of whom had been on the airwaves in New York for decades.