This is an essay for narcissists of small differences or, more accurately, narcissists of the old left. Of course, some of these remnants are actually young, feeling that all of the excitement and passion happened when they were younger or even before they were born. I wonder, however, whether the netrooters ever read Trotsky or even Irving Howe, for that matter. Or do my readers not give a damn about any of this? And, if they don't, congratulations!