Under the Willow Tree: Reality Check with a MAGA Man
The evening was pleasant, the kind that makes you want to linger under the willow tree at the park. I sat with my little sign, encouraging people to vote for the swimming pool—the one the Three Stooges on the council are determined to block.
Then along came a younger guy, maybe mid-40s, with a pack of hunting dogs tugging at their leashes. I asked the simple question: “You going to vote for the new pool?” That’s all it took.
Turns out, he was a full-tilt MAGA disciple. Taxes were the devil, and anything involving them was out of the question. From there, the conversation slid into the familiar left-right trench warfare.
What amazed me wasn’t his opinions—it was how far divorced from reality they were. According to him, January 6th wasn’t stirred up by Trump at all. No, it was 125 FBI agents who masterminded the whole thing. The rioters? Oh, they were escorted into the Capitol. When I pointed out the video evidence of people smashing windows to get inside, he shrugged it off. In his world, the mob just appeared, Trump had nothing to do with it, and the FBI was running the show.
I tried another angle: Trump’s long track record of lies. I reminded him that Trump built his political career on claiming Obama was born in Africa—and later admitted he made it up. Even with that clear-cut case, the MAGA man wriggled and squirmed, but couldn’t escape the truth.
On it went, circling around in the same loop: fact versus fantasy. And that’s the problem—we’re not just arguing politics anymore. We’re living in two different realities.
This is the world we live in now. A simple question about a swimming pool turns into a surreal debate about FBI conspiracies and Trump’s innocence. Under the willow tree, it was clear: America is sitting at the same table, but talking past itself.
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