Trump supporters don’t care about reality, only about the narrative they need to be true in their heads to justify their allegiance. There is no bridge too far, no crime or offense too sickening to move them from him.
So many women, men, boys, and girls have had their paths irreparably altered by a predator who disregarded their humanity. Imagine what it feels like to know they could soon have such a person as their president.
The fact that we are still in this race, despite candidate changes, gerrymandering, voter suppression, Russian interference, media bias and Electoral College obstacles shows that the tide is turning.
Harris and Walz are offering believers the chance to elect, not the hollow, ceremonial religion that perpetuates white patriarchy—but a spirituality that is as expansive and open as we claim God is.
When religious liberty is used as justification for discrimination or when it impedes the daily lives of those who don't share our convictions, we move from merely having freedom, we become a theocracy.
What we are seeing directed at Gus Walz isn’t a mystery. It is the rotten, putrid fruit of generations of conservative toxic masculinity resulting in men who were never emotionally mature enough to show or receive love.
November 5th is the only poll that matters, and rallying every decent human being there is the single measurement of whether we truly want a more loving nation or not.
It’s time to turn the page on the dusty, antiquated sexism-disguised-as-strength that Trump represents and to reject the Evangelical/Republican/MAGA toxic masculinity once-and-for-all.
And for eight years we began to sleepwalk through the world, physically here and moving through daylight but not fully present, not totally seeing—caught between the true nightmare and the imagined dream.
We need to show up now: in numbers that cannot be manipulated, in a show of strength and resolve that is simply unalterable, in a moment so immune from pollution that it will be undeniable.
Joe Biden didn’t hug a flag or hold a Bible in some pathetic, pandering photo-op. He didn’t stand in front of a church or crassly parade the uniform of a dead firefighter on stage. He simply modeled both his faith and his patriotism.
MAGAs may be self-identified Christians but from the outside the title is suspect. They aren't "Little Christs" They aren't "followers of the Way." They aren't even Evangelicals. They are merely "Little Trumps."