Irony...

I had a lot of downtime at work yesterday, and during that downtime I came upon and re-read one of the stories I read in one of my freshman English classes, and the question came to me — is it not just blindingly ironic that a story like Harrison Bergeron was written by a raging leftist? I know that if you could buy most leftists for what they're worth and sell them for what they think they're worth, you could buy yourself an island in the Bahamas and still have enough cash to live the life of five Donald Trumps until you shuffle off this mortal coil...but to see someone like Kurt Vonnegut write something like that, that exposes the very philosophy he espouses as the morally bankrupt, evil thing it is, now that I think about it, that just blows my mind. One wonders if he ever caught even a glimmer of the contradiction...