Have you ever
watched one of those movies in which a brave protagonist risks taking a new,
untested potion or goes into the unfinished time machine against the warnings of
colleagues?
“You can’t! It hasn’t been tested. You could die or come out of it horribly
damaged.”
But the hero
proceeds, despite entreaties and comes out of the experience exhausted and
dazed with a profound change in his personality.
Recently I had
just such an experience. A fellow on a
liberal Facebook page had posted that he was going to troll a pro-Trump page
and correct spelling errors. Right off I
concluded that the task would be like fishing with sticks of dynamite. I mean really, where is the sport?
But his post did
inspire me to explore the page myself. I
knew that there would be inherent dangers in this kind of a mission. I could conceivably return from my journey a
changed man; an evangelist perhaps; or maybe suspicious of foreign headgear like the dreaded hijab. I might emerge
with a belief that the Earth is only 6000 years old – and flat as a billiard
table. And I might return with a hatred
for the Chinese for hatching that global warming hooey.
And then there
would be the physical risks. There was
always the chance of my sides being completely split asunder from laughter or
permanent neck damage from repetitive head shaking. But I damned those risks and determined that
I would take A JOURNEY TO THE CENTER OF TRUMPISTAN!
