They make it hard to tell the truth, which drives them into crackpot fits of “patriotic” rage, screaming that those truths are lies, “fake news,” you’re just like Trump, delusional, a Russian stooge, etc.
What they shout back at you with such ferocious confidence (thank God they don’t believe in guns) is just as groundless—some dare call it psychotic—as the Red-centric fantasies of Robert Welch and other pamphleteers of the post-war far-right; and yet, of course, these liberal Democrats absorb their information from the New York Times, CNN, MSNBC, NPR, Mother Jones, Atlantic and/or Daily Beast—in short, the CIA, which these Bizarro liberals actually believe is a defender of democracy and citadel of truth.
Try telling any of these trash-recycling wing-nuts that Russia mounted NO “invasion of Ukraine.” When I said so recently, with studied calm, on Facebook, one “friend” wittily responded, “Da, comrade.” And when I just as calmly pointed out that Russia is no longer communist, he jeered exultantly that I was circulating “alternative facts.”
If I had that surreal experience only once or twice, and just on Facebook, I would unfriend the zealot(s), and forget about it. But since I’m having that experience nearly every day, online and off—and I am not the only one—forgetting it is as impossible as it would be unwise: an ostrich-like response to what’s most dangerous about this nightmare moment under Trump.
While everybody knows that he’s unbalanced, if not clinically unhinged, “everybody” doesn’t know that there is also something very wrong with them, since what we call “the left” in the United States today is suffering from a sort of mass psychosis, fed by our (indirectly) state-controlled “free press,” and, whether Donald Trump goes down or not, likely to bring all of us to grief—unless the rest of us can somehow intervene, and cure it.