Odd and ironic, isn't it?

Let’s face it, dear Rosie. Our perceptions of reality. Of what’s going on in the world. And the significance of it all.  Happen to be quite different. We don’t even agree on some of the basic tenets of life. On good and evil. Much of my good is your evil. Or we could say your good is my evil. Doesn’t matter. It’s evident that we disagree. On many political, social and economic issues. That especially goes for the political. You support what I abhor. And you abhor what I support. But yet, we remain friends. We don’t write each other off. There’s something about life. About circumstances. That pull us together.  I don’t know exactly what it is. With my woebegotten sister, it’s probably our blood relationship. A shared meaning of family. Maybe with you. It’s more a spiritual thing. Accepting you as you are. With all your alleged imperfections. And that’s what you are doing with me. Accepting me as I am. I don’t draw the line with you. But I draw the line with most of the others. Yes.  Let’s face it. I readily forgive you. But I can’t forgive everyone.  Can’t forgive the likes of Donald Trump. He’s evil. He’s the personification of everything I abhor. He is not a good man. Odd and ironic, isn’t it? Trump is your hero. At least of the moment. Goes to show.  Actual life is stranger than fiction. --Jim Broede