The Needle and the Damage Done

When did free thinking become so synonyomous amongst the left? Why are there no right-wing creatives that don’t make me want to hang my head in shame at the prospect of potentially being one? We cannot idolise or romanticise the iconoclasm of Percy Shelley, or Karl Marx, or Hunter S. Thompson, or Oscar Wilde. I look at figures in literature and love their writing and their essays, don’t even dwindle, they leap their bounds into the void of misguided naivety.
Where are the right-wing writers? The creative right, the free thinking right, hell the liberal right. I don’t know…