Love in the Time of MAGA

There were some people that I cared about who became part of the MAGA cult. A few that I loved. But when I looked into why they were drawn to it, a sad realization dawned on me.

I cared about them, but my love was unreciprocated. It couldn't be. They didn't love me. They never had. They had never really cared about me, or the things that were important to me. They can't care about anyone who doesn't see the world through the bigoted, authoritarian lens that they've adopted. If you're not on board with their wickedness and hatred, then you're a "libtard," a "snowflake," one of the "woke."

It had always been so. They had always shown me affection only when I did exactly as they wished, said exactly what they wanted me to say, demonstrated submission to their authoritarian way of seeing all relationships.

It was a sorrowful day. But it is always better to know the truth, than to live in a pleasant lie.