When I graduated from UC Berkeley in 1970,the progressive firebrands of my generation bragged that they were going to remake the broken, polluted, and corrupt world left us by our parents. Now, 40 some years later, a new generation hopes to do the same. Meanwhile, greying progressives in their faded, tie-dye Dashikis and worn out Birkenstocks, bask in rosy nostalgia for the good old days when they were “taking it to the man.”