Oddly,
I spend my days with truly hard mother fuckers. I walk shoulder to shoulder with the characters that build your cities,and they have no idea. They have no idea that I’m soft,or wacky,or silly.
I actually love them. The opposition, the trumper,the maga,the gun toting,the heritage loving..
Hear me.
They love their country,they love their families, they love the system more than I do.
Not bad people, I promise, perhaps misguided,perhaps wrong. But in their hearts, they’re not bad people. My boss, my teacher,the dude that made me intellectually valuable in capitalism, army veteran, infantry,
He loves his country. He is not a hateful man in his heart.
He votes the opposite way of “progressive”
He’s still a good man. I know that,with no doubt. Complicated.
What is ,, is more complicated than the story suggests.
He’s not a bad guy. A little closed minded,but not a bad human. I know the difference, trust me.
dawn 