Political Climate Crisis

Estimated reading time: 53 seconds

Then there were just two colors, two flavors, two ideologies and they thought it clever to call it a political spectrum.

They shouted past one another ideas that fit neatly between commercial breaks, serving as forced interruptions. Ideas were kept brief and small to fit this framework, not too complex, not too nuanced. To maintain an opinion short and simple was to repeat culturally acceptable ideology, to repackage conventional wisdom, to revisit what had been established before. And you agreed and nodded as what you already knew was confirmed by someone whose importance, you assumed, put them in front of a camera.

Voices that did not fit this template, voices willing to truly defy and provoke remained silent in favor of those waiting to comply. Those willing to discuss and listen, challenge and discern were kept quietly aside.

Instead, the shouting.

The two men claimed to disagree with one another but secretly had a common goal.
To argue over red and blue, black and white, good and evil, business as usual while their country burned in a hazy darkness.