I have a transgender godchild. Found herself in Portland during the 2016 election. Moved away to a small town, elsewhere in the Pacific northwest.
I asked her mother why–I’d been under the impression godchild loved Portland.
Turned out godchild–raised libertarian and having once had the not-so-unique experience of having Bill Clinton lie to her face (when she was nine and a “he”) in the White House and on TV no less (the lie was sufficiently bald-faced even Diane Sawyer, a lifetime contender for Queen Bootlicker, was taken aback)–had gotten tired of fearing for her safety lest anyone in her particular Zone of Tolerance discover she was a Trump supporter.
Keeping her opinions to herself in public and all her social media accounts under the layers of assumed identies only tech whizzes like her can manage didn’t make her feel secure enough.
I allowed as she might have had an exaggerated sense of the danger.
We’re supposed to believe that the line between “mock” violence and actual atrocities is one all right-minded people recognize and are never tempted to cross. Heck, they’d never really do that to an actual human, would they? Get a sense of humor will ya’.
We’re workin’ on it….Like a blind man who’s lost his way…