Sometimes I wish politics were illegal. The level of discourse in America has disintegrated so thoroughly.
I was looking for a place inworld that I had stumbled upon recently, and in the process landed at a rather hateful (and I am not using that word lightly) “homage” to the current President. Out of curiosity, I clicked to see who owned it – and was shocked to realize that it was someone I knew. And more precisely, who that person was.
Part of me says that I wish we could keep the baggage of World Number One at the door when we enter this realm. Part of me realizes this is a foolish notion, not to mention entirely impossible. We bring ourselves here – our hopes, our fears, our joys, our sorrows – and yes, even our ideologies – and the animosity that those ideologies often inflame within us.
However, it’s one thing when they escape before our consciousness can lock the door. It’s another thing entirely when we allow them free reign to paint their dark landscapes for the whole world to see.
To quote the cartoon philosopher Pogo, “We have seen the enemy, and they is us.”
I am going to bed now, with a bit of a heavy heart.