These might be the good old days. Go outside, feel the grass, say wassup to your neighbors,… whatever you do that means community, because sh*t might get bad for a while.
These might be the good old days. Go outside, feel the grass, say wassup to your neighbors,… whatever you do that means community, because sh*t might get bad for a while.
One thing I’ve had to absorb from all this is that the Trump I see is not the Trump they see. Yes their media outlets are lying to them, but my media outlets are also working overtime to turn every comment he makes into a sure sign of goose-stepping fascism right around the corner. His every off color remark, and he has a lot of them, are so amplified by the press I consume that he seems an obvious villain.
Inusually don’t “both sides” anything, but I do believe that while right wing media distort Trump, so does left wing media, and both contribute to this sense of “what can people possibly be thinking, to vote for him?” It’s because they haven’t been drinking from the same Trump hate firehose as me.