Ever since their repudiation at the polls in November, those on the left have been casting about in a frantic search for meaning. Stranded on the empty political beachhead, they watched as a tsunami rolled in — and for a time, they wallowed in confusion. It was a “What just happened?” moment that sent them down several rabbit holes, searching for who or what to blame: It was the men, it was the women, it was racism. But every time they emerged from any of these holes, they resurfaced empty-handed. Desperate for relevance, they have predictably turned to a tried-and-true old friend: the riot.
