Rubashov looked at him attentively through his pince-nez; he had not noticed before that the boy stammered. “Curious,” he thought, “this is the third case in a fortnight. We have a surprising number of defectives in the Party. Either it is because of the circumstances under which we work — or the movement itself promotes a selection of defectives.”
That is from a dialogue in Arthur Koestler’s “Darkness at Noon” (1940). Rubashov is a fictional Soviet agent in 1938 Germany, in the above scene disciplining a young leader of a local Communist cell. The author juxtaposes the observation about defectives with the sudden appearance of a uniformed SS-man:
A tall young man in the uniform of the black bodyguard of the régime had entered the room with his girl. The girl was a buxom blonde; he held her round her broad hip, her arm lay on his shoulder. They paid no attention to Rubashov and his companion and stopped in front of the trumpeting angels, with their backs to the sofa.
Every woman adores a fascist, and every man wants a beautiful woman but she lies behind barriers to entry. People can overcome some kinds of flaws or bad luck through self-appraisal and action, but that’s difficult — as is acceptance, where there’s no remedy. It’s easier to metastasize a personal grievance into a morality play in which society oppresses a third-party class of people who stand in as an avatar for one’s personal victimhood, all that scaling-up of a private unhappiness to rationalize one’s passive resentment as noble. A Social Justice Warrior is born.
“Why do philosophy majors look so weird?” a girl asked as we walked across a college campus. “Because having cool friends and being good at sports is difficult. Growing a Lenin goatee to signal that you’re deep is easy,” I replied. Being the most feeble of our stock, SJWs rush after the the Left’s mirage of a shortcut to power. That’s how the alpha-ambition-without-the-alpha-goods personality accounts for the profusion of gamma males on the Left.
The uncommon hardy Leftist is in it for the street violence as an end in itself, not so much for radical politics, and Antifa is where the consequence-free action’s at. But even the fellow in the video below (he appears at 2:52) admits to having done a 180 conversion from his past White nationalism. Radical change of philosophical underpinnings points to a lack of psychological grounding, rare instances of scales falling from one’s eyes aside. Healthy people’s views evolve, rather than flip polarity.