I admit that I was one to say to others: do not shut people off when you don’t agree with them. For years now I have said I would not unfriend any person on Facebook because I know they are putting out nonfactual, even damaging, information. (I only unfriended one person and it was because his language was constantly filthy.) I have wanted to ‘be there’ and to have discussions with those who believe differently than I do. Because, yes, I have always felt that talking can bring about at least some understanding, and it puts human, real, connection to a subject…. Be it about our government leaders, about gun safety, about womens’ rights to their own bodies, about other freedoms, about responsibilities, and more. A well done debate is a good thing.
I guess I am just slow. I mean, years have gone by now. YEARS! We have been living with Donald Trump as a political figure for 10 years. And, in those many, many years we have seen him over and over and over say horrible things about people and lie, lie, lie. Nothing about him is new anymore – it’s just more. But, the more he does the more pain he causes to more people.
It’s obvious. I don’t need to detail everything, and I can’t really because there is just way too much. AN INCREDIBLE AMOUNT. If you are not brainwashed at this point, then you already know. If you are living with an open mind of some kind you already don’t miss all the crazy actions and the ramifications from them that are happening now.
I’m reminded of the parable of throwing the seeds into the soil. Some seeds will land, and get water, and feel the sun, and thrive and grow. Some seeds will just sit there and dry up, never getting nourishment, and never growing and changing.
So, for me, I have realized I continue to need good soil and I have moved into a new era. Enough has become enough. I am making choices that maybe I should have made earlier. But, like I said, I still had hope. I still believed maybe I could get through to one person. Maybe I could continue on doing what I do, trying to set a good example, and hoping it would be worthwhile.
Or, maybe I was like a gardener who tends the soil each day – not giving up, and willing to give a little love with fertilizer and with water every day. I watched for the seeds to change. But, some don’t.
Finally, I am making the choices to keep my sanity. Because, you know what? They, the Trumpers, those MAGA folk, they are just too far gone. There is no room for discussion. I was just thinking about something I recently saw online where a church was having drop-in get-togethers to discuss the current events, to hear each other, to speak in a forgiving setting, to talk with others who try to prioritize responses that would be in alignment with God. To try and work through differences. It seemed like a great idea. I would love to attend one (but it wasn’t local). But, I wondered: would any MAGA people show up for them? I’m guessing that they would not. They are a seed doing nothing.
They don’t want to hear anything else, to learn, to grow, to even try and back their beliefs.
I know that now.
They have put their feet so firmly into the Trump ground that they would not consider adding in a little new soil. Or water. Even allowing the soil to be turned a bit. Nope. Not interested. A closed up seed they will stay.
I got it.
In the meantime I will work on my garden, my real one AND my figurative one, and I look forward to seeing what can actually bloom from me.
Marla’s Musings 