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In my experience--knowing a lot of conservatives in my work life and lots of progressives in my academic life--the amount of assholery is about the same.
I've known conservatives that voted conservative, but were so more progressive in their actions than many progressives, giving their time and money with incredible generosity. One young woman--Asian--spent weekends on Habitat for Humanity projects, tutoring, and various other socially conscious programs. She'd yell at you for pitching an aluminum can in the trash when a recycling bin was just around the corner, and you'd better not have a hint of racism or sexism around you. She was a repub.
Then there was the arch-conservative who loved his guns. He'd go hunting every year, invariably fill his game tag, and yet hated venison. Instead, he'd have the deer or elk butchered and cast about for some family that fell on hard times. He'd pass the meat on to whoever knew the poor family, and ask that they give them the meat--with a card thanking the recipient for taking the meat so the deer or elk didn't die for no reason.
And I've known progressives who I could swear voted liberal just so they'd never have to help anybody or have their beautiful minds seared by seeing indigency.
One said that he could be so much more useful to society as a lawyer, what with suing corporations in affirmative action cases and making money (= paying taxes), than he ever could if he took the time to actually help people. To be specific, his mother. If he helped her financially, he couldn't afford the right suits and condo, and it would hurt his career; and if she ... gasp ... moved in with him, he couldn't date the right women or take the time to advance his career. His idiot conservative sister could have that "burden". His assholery was, of course, progressive in the worst possible way.
Of course, I've known progressives that were socially conscious and showed it, and conservatives that were assholes. But it also works the other way 'round: Take my repub father, who spanked me until I couldn't cry any more when I came home in 3rd grade and used the n-word (not realizing quite what it was), even as my "progressive" mother used the n-word and continues to use it.
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