Will hardcore progressives smell the coffee? Are they even capable of doing so?
Unless they abandon all the wokey crap and stop playing racial-identity politics (i.e., never permitting another Lily Gladstone-styled Best Actress identity campaign) and renounce gender affirming care for minors and drag shows in elementary schools and generally embrace the sensibly moderate theology of Rahm Emanuel and, yes, even J.K. Rowling, they’re finished for the time being.
They won’t budge, of course. In their minds they’re doing God’s work by pushing for transformational social change, and are determined to die on this hill, even if it means taking a once proud and effective political brand down to Davy Jones’ locker.
But unless they ditch all this shit, they’re effing toast.