Every theological argument ends with my opponent telling me to “just have faith” or explaining that they’ll “pray for me.”
Politics? It never used to be like that.
Now, however, every political argument ends with my opponent explaining how “if you don’t like this country, then just leave,” or how I can’t even talk about this or that because I have a penis or Caucasian skin.
I have no party, it seems. I am an all-party pooper.
Reason? Discussion? Empathy? All of it is evidently out of style — left and right wing, red and blue. The divide has grown so wide, the chasm has stretched its yawn to such a degree that those on one end of the spectrum cannot even hear those on the other.
This, I think, is the entropy of civilization that George Carlin once spoke of.
Sometimes I wish I could stop paying attention.