Red Hot Saturday Night at my House.

I’m here catching up on the news cycle amd pondering how increasingly ludicrous it is for us to keep pretending that we’re all on the “same team”. I mean, it’s depressing and makes me weep for our bewigged founding fathers, but I still think there’s more dignity in forthrightly acknowledging that the country’s in a cold civil war than there is in pretending that underneath all of the fussin’ n’ fightin’ we all love each other and have common goals and aspirations for our society and love our country, our earth and our children the same. It’s becoming harder to be convinced that it’s just a minute difference of opinion on social issues. The conservative movement has just gone off the deep end. The politicians are rewarded by the voting base for saying the most ignorant or nasty things they can think up with their sad little frightened pea brains, perpetuated by the echo chambers of the interwebs. Plus the penetrating white dread of being a minority, and the mind state of the self appointed guardians of the herd as they react with pants-filling terror to whatever falls outside their narrow range of experience. I can’t pretend that I don’t think the American conservative movement stands for anything other than unalloyed savagery, or that it isn’t a menace to civilized norms.