Sinking Feeling
Sink to the level of foes to prove who’s better. Being as awful as they are is a fascinating strategy currently employed by many who claim to be above their icky foes. Alleged conservatives aren’t going to be bothered by how the whole reason they purportedly enrolled was to not be like their mendaciously agitated counterparts. But the very modern participating sophisticates just know they have to win, even if they can’t identify the game.
Rudeness is now an ideology. Justifying nastiness by claiming there are new rules doesn’t merely let those who are presumably wrong about everything define terms: it means being just as noxious. Let them be scumbags instead of trying to lower the common denominator.
Descend into the sewer to seek fights. You sure showed them, as you feel around for your flashlight. Wading into your enemy’s lair surely isn’t a trap. You lose even if you win. We call that the Trump principle. Republicans who think they still must obey their dark master show they weren’t interested in individual rights after all.
Pretend those attempting to commandeer an ideology based on leaving others alone are muscular fighters to humor them, as it’s the closest they get to funny. Slap fights between histrionic bitches would be more entertaining if the winner weren’t allowed to hassle the rest of us.
The only thing worse than falling for Trump is still thinking he achieved anything other than hoodwinking. You may have noticed how he calls himself the best doesn’t prove it, or at least hopefully have over decades of risibly doing so culminating in scamming his way to the presidency.
Not doing all the atrocious things Stompin’ Joe Biden presently inflicts is kind of an achievement. Getting into alarmingly whiny arguments about what they totally would’ve done better does not. You may as well still think Friends is funny.
Masking insecurity shouldn’t be so obvious, as it puts psychiatrists out of work. It’s much easier to defend accomplishments when you have them. Those who still haven’t figured out Trump had to bellow about his accomplishments to overcompensate for not having them make campaigns a chore. Winning elections counts in the same sense as Justin Bieber’s popularity connoting talent. Sticking his name in gold should suffice.
The two sides are supposed to be different. Otherwise, the fight is just about a love of combat. Presuming your foes are as nasty as they are dull is presumably the reason you’re not aligned with them. So, why try to mimic their hideous tactics? Enemies of freedom aren’t good at understanding what rights are, which extends to their need to distort facts when conning voters.
Playing on their terms is surely a winning strategy. Letting the opponent choose the style means you’re already defeated. You don’t have to argue with an unpleasant scumbag just because you’re enduring shrieking. You’re free to walk away from someone trying to bait you.
Calm down. Telling that to someone who might be a bit wound up supposedly never works. But a deep breath followed by assessing the situation could lead to avoiding stress-inducing outrage. Measured tacticians choose the venue and means of combat. Science doesn’t argue with those who claim to love it even as they warp it in the non-fun wormhole way. Those frustrated by the drive to pretend gender can be redefined just like energy acquisition could make the case that everything would improve with levelheadedness.
Pointing out when leftists are being silly should be as easy as it is amusing. But the slightest effort at cleverness isn’t worth it to those who top out at chucking mud clumps. It’s tough to think of something wiser than parroting your dreadful enemies’ mendacious tactics. The choice between being pusillanimous and obnoxious is designed to remain binary for a reason.
What if there were a third way that didn’t involve needing to grow nails in order to win fisticuffs? The best case for reversing the rot of Bidenomics involves noting exchange beats allegedly getting stuff for free. Nothing they suck is merely the start. Winning conversions goes beyond the very nuanced Trump/Hannity/Carlson demand to save America without being able to define anything but the fiendishness of everyone who loathes them. Alleged fans of right and wrong are not into subtlety.
Defining just why they’re rabid partisans requires a degree of self-reflection that would distract from preparing for battle. Conquering is utmost for those who don’t know why. Faction members treat politics as a summer camp color war where the one certainty is that the other side must be defeated. Hate them because they’re against you. They’re against you because you hate them.
A baffling alternate form of conservatism based on robust intervention resembles the big government side in multiple ways. I thought the whole point was avoiding deleterious transformative leftist nonsense. But those who aligned based on cheap slogans or base attraction to a dreamy personality either fail to offer an alternative or advocate for vigorous government with a patriotic sheen.
Protecting what you believe means more if there is something. Tribes only fight over who gets to boss around everyone else. Calm critics of the overwhelming state can note a less grabby government will not only fail to result in starving children but actually create a robust economy where fewer whippersnappers are hungry to begin with.
Letting results of actions speak wins out, which is deeply challenging to those whose primary exercise is pointless conflict. Politics has become the flabby UFC where combatants are locked in the cage without having any ideological difference. Actual grappling is at least entertaining to watch. Some people would need to have principles to first defend them.
