As we approached the last election, I remember reading about all the hysteria and manufactured rage from the usual suspects (Fox, House loonies, etc.). Outrageous stuff.
Democrats are trying to take your country from you and destroy everything you hold dear. Kiss your rights goodbye. We are descending into a woke totalitarianism. They hate you and what you love. This is our last chance, because if Biden is elected, all is lost. That kind of stuff.
My naive thought after the election was that they’d see just how baseless this nonsense was. I mean, it’s Uncle Joe, for Pete’s sake! About as inoffensive and moderate a politician as one could find. The crumbling of the nation not only would not occur, but things would be pretty calm, little drama.
Anyway, about a month after inauguration—literally that quickly, after a span of time that would not have afforded an evil, pedophile dictator room to perform his villainy—I saw signs popping up: “Don’t blame me. I voted for Trump.”
That’s when it hit me. They were told an evil apocalypse was soon to be inflicted on them. And after, they were told it was happening, just as predicted—and they believed it! No evidence in front of their eyes to support it. None of their rights had changed. Looking about they could have seen that things were pretty much as they had been after only 30 days. But they were told that it was happening, and that was good enough.
That’s why the polls are what they are, and why reality (unemployment rates, inflation, administration accomplishments) has zero impact on a large swath of the population. I don’t know how Biden overcomes this, though I pray (and believe) this block is not large enough to defeat him.
I can get very depressed over what our country has revealed itself to be.