And there we have it … again.
It’s called projection. To confront your own insecurities about the future, you need to believe that everybody else is terrified, paralyzed, and has resigned themselves to a horrible, protracted, bloody, fiery death, while you are the lone strong one, heroically charging headlong into the mighty conflagration in order to singlehandedly rescue the thousands of screaming orphans stranded at the breach.
And the rest of us are just in your way.
I spent a lot of years very active in the cycling community. A primary argument in that world is about the use of helmets – more particularly, about mandatory helmet laws (“MHLs”). There’s a relatively small cohort who are passionately against MHLs. A subset of that group has to constantly chide the other side as being “terrified of riding a bike without a styrofoam hat.”
Until one day that I asked them if it mightn’t just be the case that their passionate anti-MHL zealotry could be rooted in a pathological need to prove just how brave they were for not needing to wear a helmet – a trivial gesture that really can’t hurt and really might help – if only at the margins.
No reply.
You’re bright and informed and your passion speaks for itself, but – reminiscent of DemonTree when the topic was anything even LGBTQIA+ -adjacent – when it comes to the perils that Trump & Co. represent, your brain simply glitches. You become illogical (veritably spewing out logical fallacies, rapid-fire), irrational, and incapable of honest exchange. You also become a dog with a bone or the proverbial monkey in the trap.
Maybe you’re just overcompensating for your crippling fears about the future.
Your abject and offensive level of arrogance in believing that you know what nearly all of the rest of us are thinking, feeling, and doing (or not doing) is astounding. Your unsupported temerity in telling so many of us that we are “worrying wrong” is obnoxious. It’s also reminiscent of “Top Gun:” “Son, your ego is writing checks that your [arguments] can’t cash.”
The certitude with which you presume to know that a perfectly sane, rational, grounded, hugely-important, and well-supported discussion – happening among basically the rest of us – about the exigency that is this administration is a tacit admission of defeat is the apotheosis of ignorance and projection.
When “just how bad is it?” is the topic, you fall the fuck apart.
Maybe stop. Maybe introspect. Maybe impose your own topic ban for a few months and see how this all plays out. I think it’s a classic win-win proposition.
The only things you really seem to accomplish are to:
- Derail the conversation that probably all of us feel needs to take place, and
- Cast yourself in an ever-worsening light
Maybe stop.