At least that’s how it appears now. That the Democrats got the House gives them a bone to play with, and saves face. Otherwise, I sense the violence that might have erupted. Interesting that, after I came to this conclusion, I noticed that Jordan Sather and Mike Adams had come to the same one.

This morning I was on facebook, engaged in a rare dialogue with others who are definitely not red-pilled. Usually, I just lurk. My fb friends are mostly those I’ve had since before my metamorphosis, unlike those I follow on twitter, a more recent engagement for me. Those I follow there tend to be conservative, red-pilled — but some of them are mean-spirited! Whenever I do comment on twitter about this meanness that seems to infect it, I get lots of mean comments back, proving the point.

Just like what happened today on facebook. Now I usually know better than to engage in political discussion on facebook, but sometimes I just can’t help myself. We’ve all got to start speaking our truth, whatever it is, and do so with love in our hearts. And yet, I’ve noticed that usually, if others don’t agree (both on fb and in daily life), either they try to change the subject or — they get furious! That’s life now. Fury from all sides. Hard to believe! But not really, given the energetics of this very pregnant moment in time.

Here’s an earlier piece I wrote on feeling myself between the old and the new, fb and twitter.

Alt-Epistemology: HELP! Facebook “friends” utterly divergent from those I follow on twitter

So it’s really strange to see myself as still hung between these two social media worlds. and just so you can see the violence that appears to be in the hearts of some of my fb friends, I have pulled a screenshot from my final back-and-forth today; and this, from a local man who is known as a calm, dignified deep thinker (and yet surprisingly still reading the New York Times and the Washington Post).

As I said above, I’m glad the Dems got the House. If my experience today is any indication, then we narrowly missed something we all would have lived — or not! — to regret.