It's Labor Day, the last holiday of the summer.  And if you're like me, you're probably taking the opportunity to enjoy a nice warm day with family and friends.  Maybe a walk in the woods.  Maybe a dip in the lake.  Maybe a traditional cookout.  In large part it's just simple enjoyment of the blessings of life; and in part it's also a celebration of the remarkably widespread prosperity that America has brought to its citizens, even regular working people, that is unique in human history.

Or maybe you're a progressive.  In that case, you are probably spending your Labor Day overcome with guilt and shame.

Just a couple of weeks ago I took a look at progressive psychology as revealed in a letter to a New York Times advice column.  The letter writer, who signed him or herself "Whitey," claimed to be overcome with shame by the very fact of being "white":

I’m riddled with shame. White shame. . . .  I feel like there is no “me” outside of my white/upper middle class/cisgender identity.  I feel like my literal existence hurts people, like I’m always taking up space that should belong to someone else. . . .

Many commenters on the web read the letter and thought it had to be a parody.