Maybe 10- 20 years from now, possibly longer people will understand this times better and with clarity. Maybe, in the United States it will take longer. But now, it feels our identities are strangely interwoven with our opinions, regardless of what they are, and our opinions override reality even at times to the point of some people thinking their opinions override Newtonian’s physics. Sometimes, if not aided by luck, with nefarious consequences.

Even today, I think that summoning the T*ump name will attract all kinds of people to the feed. Nobody’s fault, really. Only the algorithms. Unfortunately, I suspect most people in the comments section in that story don’t really know you. I refrained to comment because I don’t really know you and only God knows what could have been going on behind the original piece.

Regardless the reason, it is sad to lose a friend. I suspect that when we have these special friends there is a connection beyond what is our political affiliation or our favorite soccer team. Something we suspect runs deeper than the appearances of skin and society. And that is what hurts, losing that connection.

I have a “Macrista” friend (Captain Argentina knows what that is if you don’t, the Argentinian version of T*ump). The advantage is that I see him once every two years when I travel and I am usually in good spirits when I do so. But I do realize our worldviews have diverge so much that is like if I would insist in speaking English while in his presence. Possible but not productive for clear communication.

I think the presence of that divisive word in the title attracted a crew who simply could not see beyond the word in the title. And the word obscured everything in the text. Such a terrible trampling word.

I value friendship a fair deal. And at times all we are trying to do is mourn something beautiful and sacred that has gone away for the most petulant of reasons. I feel that is what you were trying to do. And at times all we can do is try to understand even when knowledge seldomly brings comfort.

At least it feels to me that most people there were not people who were your usual readers. But again, I don’t know you that well, and even leaving this comment now feels intrusive so I ask you to forgive me in advance [edited, last sentence added post-posting]. Hang in there, Dennett. [edited, I misspelled your name!]
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