Putting our asinine media coverage aside, what I’ve observed from both sides of this year’s election is a ton of “Why can’t you see it?” On both sides of the equation.
From a Trump perspective, it’s “Why can’t you see the evil forces behind Kamala Harris? Why can’t you see how her economic policies are just socialism wrapped in the flag? Why can’t you see how the Democrats are slow-walking us toward World War III?” There are more, but those are the big ones.
From a Kamala Harris perspective, it’s “Why can’t you see how his words have an effect? Why can’t you see how he means what he says? Why can’t you remember how divisive this guy is?” Again, there are more, but those are some of the highlights.
Honestly, they can both be true, and no matter who wins, we all lose a little when we let politics come before friendship, when we let the media dictate who our friends and loved ones are supposed to be. Our grandparents never dropped friends because the news told them to. Our grandparents barely discussed politics at all. They sure as hell didn’t let the media tell them what to believe, who to semi-worship. Maybe we should’ve listened to our grandparents. They were real. Politics is, at best, only about half real.