Today when we were playing tennis the ball flew out of the court and rolled between the wall and the fence. No-one could get it out. Notice: I said “No-one” — but when I worked together with someone on the other team, he lifted up the fence an inch and I pushed it out with my racquet.
Prior to Trump, I thought that’s what politics was like in America. Different teams working within a common framework. My opponents are not my “enemy” — and if the rules of the game are put aside and truth does not matter and whoever has the most power gets to demand victory no matter what the score is…? What’s the point of playing?
Self-quarantining in a fashion, I suppose.
Despite their fights, their fondness grows.
Don’t you wish that I could teach what each of us already knows?
How to hold a grudge forever and forever and forever and a day.
Instead, they seek and find another way to play.
Thank God we’re so much smarter, eh?
The only “Them” that counts is all of “US”
The Declaration of Interdependence
The Myths of the Veritas: The Forgotten Field
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Well said. Why do we allow so-called leaders to demonize folks? I know fear sells and a certain incumbent has made a life of both selling and managing by fear, but that does not make it right. Relationships matter more than a win/lose transaction. We can disagree with people without being disagreeable. Keith
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