Whoa, Kevin! If we're "such a bunch of whiny lefties," unable to tolerate anarchy and chaos, why are we all in here either beating the Gonzo drum or resonating with such pleasure and hope to its beat?
Maybe in Nozick's day wordsmiths were the darlings of the system. In my own experience, wordsmiths were usually denizens of the hallways, not the teacher's lounge. Just conjecturing, but I wouldn't be surprised if our group here is composed of considerably more schoolyard scrappers than teachers' lap dogs.