Ep 6 – I’m Right, You’re Evil

Just hours from the shooting in Virgina, I talk about the current political climate in America and our inability to debate one another in a civil manner. After reading some pretty horrible Facebook posts from my friends, I also talk about how we expect the other guy to be the better person, i.e. you first, then I’ll change.

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Political Thoughts of the Week – Debate, Optics, Grammar and Hunting Witches

I just found out that the person who wrote the rules on political debate is only six years old.

Now, the word “optics” is a thing. I’m still trying to figure out the “conversation.”

I love new Trump grammar. So far, “big” can be used as an adverb and “tremendous” is now a noun.

Do you remember when a “witch hunt” used to be a bad thing and the “McCarthy hearings” was considered a bad thing?

So, what you’re telling me is that if I can make the chastity belt look fashionable and told an impassioned story of female empowerment, women will start wearing them again? Not buying it.

The Dysfunction of American Politics

Imagine that you’re a part of the American family. You are, so it’s hard not to imagine. Every four years, your parents go nuts and get embroiled in this huge fight over the family itself. Both parents turn to you and your siblings laying out their best case about who is right and who is wrong.

Your conscious is clear and you make a choice. After listening to both sides, you declare “I side with mom” or “I side with dad.” Your mind is made up but your brothers and sisters, don’t agree with you, but you stand firm in your choice.

Your parents feel it is important that he/she is the decisive winner and they begin to attack each other.¬†One brings up the other’s infidelity. The another spends way too much money. One is a racist. The other is a liar.

Now, your parent needs you to get involved. The need you to turn against the other parents and not only that, you need to attack your brothers and sisters who do not side with you. They call you racist. You call them idiots for siding with the other parents. “If you don’t side with us, we are no longer related,” you shout defiantly.

Instantly, the fight is over. One parent won and the other lost. They lost, not in the good way where common ground was found and agreement was found. You lost…even though more of your siblings sided with you.

Regardless, the fight is over. Mom and Dad call a truce and continue their lives as if nothing happened. They go back to running the family knowing they will have another chance to change things four years from now.

You, on the other hand, are left there devastated, wondering what the hell happened. Your family is left in shambles, while your parents tell you, to move one. “Things will be better later,” they offer as a consolation. When you question them about the things you said about the other parent, they laugh and say that’s how we fight in this family.

So your parents head off to their very expensive bedroom and make laws. You find yourself downstairs standing in the aftermath of the war your parents made you a willing participant. Even though your emotions are raw and your anger is seething…well, at least you know your parents are upstairs living the life of the privileged politician.

Don’t worry. We’ll just wait until the next time they need us to slit each other’s throats.