Trump Didn’t Break Us—We Broke Ourselves for the Algorithm
The Trump era signifies one thing: a damnation and plague on both your houses—liberal and conservative, left and right. This is the hell we’ve created for ourselves through unforgiving, unmerciful pursuit of culture war. Holier-than-thou, self-righteousness from all sides has built walls so high we can no longer see each other as human. Certitude is a killer. The result? We got what we paid for. A fool in the White House. Civil rights destroyed. Concentration camps—literal ones—being built. Fruit unpicked left to rot in fields, cities raided by masked men dragging mothers from children in the night.
This is the reward of 50 years of culture war. The left trolls the right, the right trolls back. Every conversation is a trap. Say the wrong thing, and you’re Islamophobic, anti-Semitic, anti-trans, anti-tech, anti-woman, anti-future. We’ve labeled ourselves into oblivion. But there’s only one way back: find the human common ground. That neighbor you fear also has a grandchild they love. That person you hate drinks coffee and listens to the birds just like you. This is our only choice, or it’ll be one Trump after another all the way down. His name is J.D. Vance.
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