Interestingly, there are but two steps in the proggie play book.
1. Denounce conservatives as mentally defective.
2. Demand that conservatives support them and subsidize their housing, health care, child care, education, Internet access . . .
You'd expect that such overwhelmingly superior creatures could do SOMETHING for themselves. Anything at all. Even a blind hog finds the occasional acorn. But alas, the lonely bitter proggie is stuck in eternal debt to those whom he despises, unable to lift a hand in his own behalf, condemned to come hat in hand to sponge off of those he considers beneath him in every conceivable way as his sense of entitlement (due to being born in the image of the G-d he rejects as also beneath him) wars with his conflicting feelings of disgust and superiority.
Proggies are the eternal ungrateful children, creatures built of envy and hate, despising themselves to a degree that only by shrilly shrieking accusations at conservatives, their presumptive adults for whom everything is easy, can they get a moment's inner peace. Sad. Sad and amusing.
Proggies do have one thing going for them however. Google. By the miracle of Google, blessed be Its name, proggies can post a piece of utter garbage (hereafter known as typical proggie thinking feeling) knowing that other proggies can point to its putrescence and proclaim its divinity as the Child of Google, sent to save their miserable souls in the magical circle jerk of proggie life. Also it gives them something to do whilst waiting for their checks to arrive.