One of my quirks is that I enjoy philosophical discussion but am generally disdainful of any talk regarding politics. Sadly, this is an untenable position in the U.S. because in a democracy, government is the means that we use as a society to enact those philosophies. If we believe something is truly, honestly, deeply wrong, then we go to the polls and elect people who promise to make sure that those ideals are upheld by society at large, usually through the implementation of laws prohibiting said specific activity.
When things work this smoothly, there’s no dissonance. Philosophy sharpens my beliefs into something concrete, and then I use the political machinery to enact them. Unfortunately, politics also gets bogged down with quests of personal gain by politicians, influence by lobbyists, ill-informed decisions by elected officials, and, of course, rampant egotism. Just as disheartening is the fact that voters themselves (myself included, at times) aren’t always well-apprised of the issues. Wrapped up together, that’s been enough reason for me to stay relatively quiet for more than a decade. Add in the emotional explosions in play since 2016, and I’ve found myself even less willing to walk the political minefield.
Mostly when I express opinions these days, particularly on something as open as social media, I tend to stick to the uncontroversial. Plug my novel. Note that I broke my glasses. In the rare instances where I explore the philosophical, I stick to the less explosive aspects of modern Christian thought. It’s far less stressful. Occasionally, though, my personal morals intersect with the world in such a way that interaction with the wild beast