Is it my imagination that there once was a time when discussions didn't just become arguments, but now much worse, brick walls? I'm pretty certain that many friends didn't often agree with me, but did not seem to hate me for my opinions and beliefs, and we remained friends, no matter. Fuck, I'm really old. Those are such bygone years. Most of those friends are now, if not dead, find me dead to them.
I am also old enough to know, beyond any doubt, that this inability to have civil discourse with so many others anymore is not by accident. Those still in my life, the few, I can't really talk to. That's all I have to say about it at the moment because the entire social psy-op agenda of tribalist divisions has become way too exhausting. If I still could, I'd just run!
Many will not understand what I just wrote, but some will.