Simply Ir(resist)ible

The idea
The very idea
Is to resist the urge
To insist on partisanship 
At every turn.

If that’s all you’ve got
You’ve got nothing.

Sorry,
You’ve got
One thing.

You’ve got 
Partisanship.

You’ve got
The inability 
To see clearly.

Even if you’re convinced 
There’s nothing good
On the other side,
You have to acknowledge 
That there are people 
On the other side
Who say the same thing 
About you.

And that’s not helpful.

And you can’t justify this
By hyperventilating 
About the worst elements 
Of either side.

That is also
Unhelpful.

Unless they’re literal Nazis.

I mean,
Literal Nazis,
At which point
It helps no one
To encourage them,
Which everyone did,
By omission,
Before joining a war
Against them.

Literally everyone.

The high ground
On that one
Didn’t exist then
And it doesn’t apply
In hindsight.

That’s not
How it works.

Even if that’s your narrative,
But a false narrative 
Doesn’t count.

People can absolutely 
Change their minds,
But a literal Nazi
Is still a Nazi.

It doesn’t take
Exhuming
A concentration camp
To make them one.

The point is resistance
When you see 
The building blocks
Of that.

Most things aren’t that.

If you think most things are,
Maybe it’s time
To try 
A little 
Perspective.

Because anything less
Only makes
Everything 
Worse.

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