HOLY SHIT! No U.S.-Mexico border wall is forthcoming after all, and Mexico was never going to pay for it anyway.
This is a stunner, like the idea going around that the Holocaust is a historical event and that the Apollo missions unfolded exactly as the official record describes.
I have mentioned a few times that I’ve lost a scattering of Facebook friends since the 2016 campaign started, which doesn’t bother me, and a couple of actual friends, which of course does. I did not cut off the other people or browbeat them personally over their voting choices, and would never weigh politics more heavily than real friendship, unless, of course, there was simply no way to establish a meaningful barrier between the two.But I am realizing — and call me a post hoc genius if you must — that these few select ex-friends are less than admirable in other ways, not the people I thought they were, and that I’m better off having nothing to do with them. I recall getting into an argument with one of them early last year over whether Trump really did make fun of that disabled reporter during the campaign (hint: he did) or whether he could somehow force Mexico to pay for a wall that was never going to be built anyway (hint: he can’t). I realized to my intense dismay that a nontrivial, psychologically susceptible subset of the population really has been brainwashed by the one network they watch — not just because of the garbage the people on that network say, but because of the successful insistence by those people that every *other* network is fake news.
I can’t have meaningful relationships with people who steadfastly believe objectively stupid things, regardless of the political slant. I prefer a steady stream of sometimes harsh reality than a life conducted via hopping from one comfortable conspiracy theory or long-ago-debunked idea. If I permit myself the dubious luxury of embracing fantasies because they are comforting, I run the risk of personal ruin because I’ll topple right into the kind of nihilism I was immersed in at my most depressed and hopeless.
This is all part of an increasingly cynical view not just of the current administration but of “politics” per se. My pointless diatribes may target the GOP 90% of the time, which is easy to do with a such a vast array of tragically flawed dipshits on offer all the time, from redneck pastors found fondling underage crotches to space aliens in disguise like Michele Bachmann. But like a number of liberals in my age cohort and older ones, I have increasingly little truck with a sizable segment of young Democrats as well.
If you read all the way through to the end after getting here from Facebook, do me the favor of acknowledging this. I’m running a quasi-experiment to determine, roughly, the extent to which Facebook has killed my blogging and the dubious art of blogging as a whole. When I post an essay like this on Facebook in its entirety, I get lots of comments, and when I post on here and link it to Facebook the response is generally nonexistent.