How to begin…

Perhaps with what keeps me awake at night the most, regarding politics, the threat of a third party to the Biden/Harris re-election. I go through Threads and I see many far left idealists, of the kind that places purity of ideals above collective interests. I see far too many more than I’d like. And I worry. I worry for I know them well. They are not new to me, regardless of their new faces, and the memories they bring to me make for the drive I feel.

My father was a socialist. He was a Union man. He tried fiercely to explain to the workers he represented how the immediate gains they wanted would lead to subsequent doom. He failed. Doom ensued, and the radical left workers facing the destruction of their own making turned on him, blaming my father for their newfound misery. They called him a fascist.
I was a child, but I remember it well.

I remember my mother, looking at me, trying to smile reassuringly still holding the phone, after receiving another death threat call. There were many.
I remember my father’s eyes lost in the distance, wondering if he had missed something, if there was more he could have done, the unwarranted guilt creeping in his soul. I was but a child, I knew later why those eyes.

I am a dreamer, an idealist, a social-democrat.
I believe in individualism as a way to achieve collective good. I have flaws, many flaws. I love Samuel Beckett too much, perhaps. Growing up, I searched for meaning in literature, and art, and music (and other more immature sources, as I imagine all teenagers do). I am the sum of those experiences, and I find myself asking “Why can’t they see this?” hundreds of times a day.
I know. But why?

The purity of thought and objectives of those on the far reaches of the Left’s outer rim are, once again, threatening our future. For they are fanatical in essence, no matter the garb they wear or the tongue they speak. I am an History buff, a mixed blessing in these trying times, and I see them for what they are.
And I am scared. So, please, if you are one of them, stop. Think.
And for the sake of us all, come 2024, do the right thing.

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