I especially love it when people say, “But it’s democratic socialism!”, as if the adjective made it all ok.
“Oh, it’s not colonialism I support. It’s democratic colonialism. Well, it’s not slavery I’m into. It’s democratic slavery. It’s not like I favor rape. Only democratic rape.”
I don’t dispute anybody’s right to believe in whatever they want, no matter how strange. It’s weird, though, that people expect this argument to be successful with me, somebody who is normally the only person in the room during these discussions who experienced socialism. And it’s not my ancestors, not someone from a hundred years ago, not someone I read about. People seem sincerely to expect a truly horrible experience I personally had to lose its power because they tacked on an adjective.
Every time I hear this, it makes me think of that horrible “legitimate rape” fellow from a few years back. He honestly saw a difference between “rape rape” and “not really rape rape” and was stunned that people didn’t agree.