I’m normally reasonably proud of where I live.
Not right now. Because right now, I live in a clown state.
Here’s what I get: “What is the deal with Oz and Fetterman? And that Mastriano…Is this the best we can do?” And those words are usually accompanied by appropriately astonished or exasperated body language.
Those of us who live here have the same comments and discussions. Each conversation ended with a slight head shake and baffled look.
Both sides, by the way. Reasonable, thinking, caring people from both sides.
How does this happen?
We allow the teams to set the narrative.
The narrative is always good versus evil.
We vote for the team rather than the person.
Where’s the ringmaster? Send in the clowns.
