Maybe I’m wrong. But I believe history will prove me right.
See, twice this last year I have had to tell long-term friends I no longer want to associate with them.
And, I may do it again, soon.
It’s for various reasons.
The most recent one involved a friend posting that Hillary and Bill Clinton are serial murderers. Then other people on the thread posted articles about the Clinton Conspiracy. That Bill and Hillary have had nearly 90 people killed over the years to protect and hide what they know.
I didn’t know anything about this theory. So I did a bit of research.
I won’t get into all the counter arguments against this. (Well, maybe just one. Why is Monica still alive?) But it is not true. The hoax was created in the late 90’s to tear down Bill and Hillary.
Then, I found a funny recap article from Mother Jones. In it I discovered that Hillary is actually an alien lizard. Cool.
I told this person I would not longer be friends with him because his views on gun control ( he thinks we need more guns and more people carrying guns), climate change (he doesn’t want the government telling him what to do), income inequality (he thinks people should just work harder), and education cuts (he thought everyone would be happy with a couple hundred dollar tax savings).
All of these things will make life harder for my children and their children. And I simply cannot be friends with someone who supports that agenda.
I’ve tried to get him and others to put their money where their mouth is by betting them a few thousand dollars that they are wrong on these positions. And the next 20 years will prove that out. Not one person has taken the bet.
Still it hurts to tell someone you have known a long time that you will no longer be friends.
But, I had to do it.
When people post or write to me about such extreme view points. I know they are writing from fear. They are scared. They are scared of change. They are scared of “losing something”. I get worked up about it. I try to convince them to think. I try to persuade them that they are wrong. But fear is the enemy of reason.
Then, we get into a game of post and react. React and post.
I spend too much time on it. Time I could be painting. Or writing. Or blowing something up. I’d rather be doing things I enjoy and hanging out with Renee.
If I am the blend of people I interact with, then listening to crazy will make me crazy. So I fired my friend.
I still have a lot of conservative friends who are thoughtful and will keep me thinking. Which is perfect.
But, if I believe all this, then why do I feel lousy about losing a friend or two.
I know why. They have lost out to fear and anger. And, I will miss them.
Then I start to wonder. Is Bernie is a lizard, too?