So, I got into a bit of a discussion with a Trump supporter on Twitter. You’d think at my advanced age, I’d know better by now, but no….
It started last night with a simple Tweet to Tim Flannery — retired baseball player and 3rd base coach for the SF Giants, bluegrass musician, and unabashed liberal. It wasn’t even related to anything he Tweeted, but some dude decided to editorialize on some of his past Tweets regarding Lord Dampnut:
My response was as follows, very simple, no attack whatsoever:
Yes, I know the timestamp...I was trying to get back to sleep after waking up to use the bathroom and get some fresh water.
This morning I found this reply:
Our final exchange was as follows:
Who Am I?
So, who am I really? What point is there for this retired clerical worker/failed housewife/aging woman to speak out, to express my opinion? And who are any of you to think that you have the ability to make a difference?
Does anything really matter anymore, with an admitted sexual predator (or wanna-be sexual predator if he was just exaggerating) in the White House, our elections bought and sold for the benefit of Russia? Maybe we should all just STFU?
We all have something that motivates us — something that we can speak to, where we have experience. What drives your continued will to fight against the corruption that we see every day in the news? What are your key issues?
Who Are You?
if we all remember who we are and why we’re here, then it’ll be easier to get past some of the crap that’s been festering since the primaries and focus on the future.