What, you prefer tossing bricks and overturning vehicles, in some spastic orgy of revolutionary zeal that fails to bring about any measurable change? At least t

What, you prefer tossing bricks and overturning vehicles, in some spastic orgy of revolutionary zeal that fails to bring about any measurable change? At least tacos are tasty. I pretty much hate May 1968. Not so much for the event itself; there was a lot to admire in what workers did to advance their rights. But for what it meant to the progressive ideal. There was much conflation between the starry-eyed ideals of the students, and the real effects that the strikes had on government. The academic left thought that one caused the other. Hence the glorification of dippy slogans like "I declare a permanent state of happiness". It seems to be the watershed when leftism stopped being about education and material welfare, and started being some kind of conceptual art project.