Sincerity is nice. I mean, who doesn’t like it better than insincerity. But…
Here we are five days from the election. Last night I let myself get sucked into a “debate” on Facebook. A friend (a real life friend) had posted, “If you’re voting for The Donald, please give me some reasons why.” She sincerely wanted to know. She respects her friends. She wanted to know what they saw in the candidate that she might have missed. The Donald could win the election.
Some of her friends took that simple, sincere statement as a challenge and it went sideways, quickly.
“My vote is private and sacred. I don’t have to defend it to anyone.”
“Open dialogue is important in a society that uses a democratic process. I sincerely want to know. I want to understand.”
“I don’t have to defend my vote to anyone.”
Throughout a thread that went on a long while, there was not ONE GOOD THING said about The Donald, not even by the two women who defended him and who had, or would, presumably, vote for him.
“The system is rigged.”
“We need a clean sweep.”
“Hillary is a criminal and there was sperm on Monika’s dress.”
I participated until the sperm comment to which I wanted to reply, “Sweet cheeks, if you’re upset by sperm, you’d better vote for Hillary.”
I knew the comment would go right over her head.
I said goodnight to Dusty, Mindy and Bear — very sincerely — and went, most sincerely, to bed, where I had sincere dreams about planting a large garden and arguing with my mom who wanted me to plant portulaca on the north side of the house. She could not give me one good reason, either.