This cuts back severely on the human contact I have, especially given that I define “crazy” as pretty much any Trump voter or anyone who displays a lot of sympathy or tolerance for any Trump voter.
I just decided that it takes too much of my time and trouble and effort to engage crazy people in conversation, even on non-political topics. They have, as far as I’m concerned, disqualified themselves from holding valid opinions by declaring their disdain for evidence, reason, and the reality I live in, and could at any moment give an opinion on cuisine, sports, or the weather that is equally nonsensical—I find it takes too much bother to monitor their views on any topic, however far removed from political discourse, for signs of the madness that I know to lurk somewhere deep inside.
I think (I hope) this is a permanent condition. That is, I hope I will not backslide into forgiving such people their espoused views in 2021 when all this madness is behind us. “Oh, good old Joe was spouting a lot of crazy shit back then, but he’s returned to Planet Earth and is my good old pal with standard right-wing views again—all is forgiven.” That would be a mistake, I think, given that “disqualification” from polite (or any) conversation is a permanent condition—that is, once you’ve disqualified yourself from citizenship on Planet Earth, there is no re-entry procedure short of admitting “Yeah, I was a full-on nutjob back in the 2020s, that’s sure true, but I’m going to work hard to show you how sincerely I now revile all the views I held back then,” which ain’t happening. Otherwise, I’m going to think that they may be posing as rational beings again, but insincerely, and they could go off on me again at the drop of a MAGA hat.
This policy decision has been difficult, and has resulted in my having dealings with a far more limited group of people whom I hang out with, but you know something? The pandemic did that anyway. (I’ve dealt with it by isolating socially to an extreme degree—I don’t know of anyone who has shifted his daily life as much as I have to avoid all human contact. I can routinely go for days without seeing or talking to a soul, and sometimes weeks. I Zoom, I phone friends, I write and receive emails, but very little actual face-time over the past 18 months. It’s not so bad—I rarely feel deprived, especially considering the unsatisfactory conversations that I’ve spared myself yakking with MAGAts and MAGA-symps.) I just hope I’ll stick to it when they come crawling back into my life and try to re-identify as decent human beings who just happen to hold differing political views from my own. They’ve taken the mask of decency off, and if they try to put it back on again, it’s on me if I take the mask for their real face.