Reflections of a Working Mom

I love political discourse. But as soon as you say libtard or magat…

as soon as you state or even imply that someone is a “low IQ person,”

the conversation is over whether y’all keep talking or not.

So if your goal is a joust, by all means, armor up with all the rote cheap shots you can remember. Nobody is changing their opinion or even learning anything.

Do you remember debate club? Accepting that the disagreement IS the point is the basis for keeping the peace.

The disagreement IS the point. And to disagree effectively, I have to know as much about the opposition as possible. I cannot argue my way AROUND a topic I do not understand.

We are losing our ability to debate. We don’t LISTEN. We fight dishonorably and feel no shame.

My weapon of choice is condescension if I feel backed into a corner but am not ready to give up my position yet. And by give up, I just mean remove myself from the conversation.

But others… boy howdy…

Men (and women) allow abusive language toward women with impunity. I somehow feel this used to be mainly women that talked to other women like that. Now, men I don’t know will get nasty quick simply for having a different opinion.

Dumb bitch.

Stupid cunt.

Fat whore.

There was no passing Go, there was no “Collect $200.” They went straight to jail… or to hell, as it were. But it didn’t start there, I don’t think. It started with “Libtard” and “Magat.”

Then that damn slippery slope…