I often remark that, how Timberrhoids acts like making a pronouncement of "Leftist" is her big knockout punch. Like, whoop dee dee, pass the hanky and and give her ma a giftcard so she can buy her one of those plastic WWE Championship belts at Toys 'r Us.
And yes, she thinks it's like this withering derogatory word, because of course the last thing a Left Winger would want to be called is a Leftist.
Her weird denial that the Right Wing does not exist and Rightist is not a thing shows how the notion snips her pubes a little too close to skin for comfort. How damaged can someone's psyche be that she has to rely on such warped concepts so that her panties won't bunch up and choke the blood flow out of her frail ego? And to think the silly pussbag actually spends time pondering this crap like it means something.
That's the deal with her pedantic preoccupation with words, in order to simplify concepts to their most basic (yet overblown) form, all according to how she wants them to apply because should anyone dare stray from them it would throw her nervously flagellating tapeworm of a brain into a tizzy.
She has to make up for her deep (and I mean, deep) seated feelings inadequacies with this school marm persona ranting at the class, rapping her ruler across knuckles as she swears the wrath of God upon them should they not get in line. You can see the veins pulsating on her forehead as she types.
Plus it also makes a handy substitute for her lack of a suitable retort should anyone question the hallowed words of 'the greats.' We're supposed to worship these idols of ideas, not call out the still wafting stink of their self-serving bullshit. Hip hip hoorah, Jefferson annointed the peons with the gift of freedom, just don't tell his 230 slaves, the survivors of which would be free to go back to Africa once he died and no longer had use to them. Like really, what was he supposed to do, give them over to his children he sired with rape? Mulattos can't own property in his Royal Crown-free paradise.
This is the framework of TimbHer's world, an orderly heirarchy that pretends free agency is really a thing yet feels crippled by anyone else exercising it. Anything rippling her view is a threat and must be silenced lest it stir the unwanted voices knocking about in her leaking postule of a head.