Remember when Hillary rebranded herself as Progressive?

“Progressive” caught on because it junked “liberal” but didn’t say “socialist.” At least not in so many syllables, until the Democrat candidate Clownworld of 2019.

That was then. Now, of course, “progressive” as a brand has become synonymous with cheats, control-addicts, the walking brain-dead, lying Social Justice Warriors, and the power junkies that want to tell you all about the bad McDonalds Happy Meals in condom chewing San Francisco.

Today “Progressive” is as dead as Hitler’s charred corpse smoldering in a ditch outside the bunker on Pennsylvania Avenue. But “progressives” don’t know they’re crispy critters because they can’t entertain any ideas that weren’t minted in ye olde Soviet Union. So let’s let them keep it.

Let those bitter aging boomers cling to their Darwins and their “progressive” programs and labels. Progressives, after all, are the queens of worthless labels.