I have been living in a world draped with illusion that allows me to believe in a non-reality.
And I had a slap in the face awakening this week about how wrong I have been.
This wake-up revelation had to do with my erroneous belief that reason would win over emotion, that my beliefs would and could convince someone else that they were wrong.
Am I an optimist, or what? And am I a fool? You do not have to answer that.
I was having a political discussion, which is fairly stupid in itself, with a friend who is a true Trump fan, to the core of his being, apparently. And suddenly I realized we inhabit two different and seperate universes. I have lived for three plus years believing Trump’s behavior would finally cross a barrier that even my friend would find appalling. Little did I know how entrenched his dedication was to the current occupant of the White House.
I thought he was kidding some months ago when I asked him about the man’s threat to shoot people, humans beings, who were attempting to cross into the United States seeking safety and citizenship. His response was “We should shoot them all.”
What? He didn’t really mean that. He’s a good man. He wouldn’t really think that. It was either the glass of wine he had or a bad joke.
But this week, when asked about Trump’s desire to gain support and assistance from a foreign country in his reelection efforts, my friend exclaimed, “He should take help from Hitler if it will get him reelected.”
Wait. Seriously? You don’t really mean that, do you?
This time it didn’t sound like a joke. Perhaps an impulsive (and repulsive) statement, but it opened my eyes to the depth of the commitment some people have to our Commander in Chief. Even though it is against the law for our president to get such aid, there is a dedicated group of people who will accept any behavior from Trump, no matter how illegal, how ill advised, how immoral, how offensive, how untruthful that behavior may be.
I had no idea the loyalty would transcend right from wrong, good from bad, reasonable from unreasonable.
Yes, it was an awakening: a sad, frightening, ugly, and mystifying realization that our country can be lost. I have indeed been living in a fragile bubble that can be pierced by an arrow spiked with lies and corruption.
Reality is scary.