Love trumps hate. Sign of the time.
America as antonyms. Always emotional extremes these days.
Drama kings and queens. Insecure attention addicts of the Internet Age.
The Junkie in Chief from the Bully’s Pulpit of the White House last week: “I think a lot of good things are happening, and you’re going to see a lot of love. You’re going to see a lot of love.”
The next day, at his 77-minute telethon with the press corps, he flipped the script: “I watch CNN, it’s so much anger and hatred and just the hatred.”
To which, a CNN reporter later prefaced a question with this:
“And just for the record, we don’t hate you. I don’t hate you.”
To which, the Id in Chief answered in part: “You take a look at some of your shows and you see the bias and the hatred.”
During the years I was teaching journalism at a college in Toronto, more than one student, after receiving a bad mark or criticism of work on an assignment, asked: “Why do you hate me?”
My standard response was: “I don’t hate you. I don’t have such strong feelings about you one way or another.”
So, let me get one thing straight – I don’t hate Donald Trump. I don’t hate Republicans.
Do they hate me?
I turn to Aaron Sorkin, writing for Jeff Daniels as Will McAvoy in The Newsroom:
“I call myself a Republican because I am one.
“I believe in market solutions and common sense realities and the necessity to defend ourselves against a dangerous world and that’s about it.
“The problem is now I have to be homophobic.
“I have to count the number of times people go to church.
“I have to deny facts and think scientific research is a long con.
“I have to think poor people are getting a sweet ride.
“And I have to have such a stunning inferiority complex that I fear education and intellect – in the 21st century.
“But most of all, the biggest new requirement – really the only requirement – is that I have to hate Democrats.”
The haters are now running the whole shebang – the White House, the Congress, the Supreme Court (soon), more than 30 governor’s mansions and two-thirds of the state legislatures.
The Stooge in Chief has put arsonists in charge of every government department.
And while the Democrats bitch and moan, the GOP is gleefully passing laws to plunder the planet and feed the rich.
The doctrine of hatred must be preached as the counteraction of the doctrine of love when that pules and whines.
The Sponge in Chief stole his slogan, Make America Great Again, from the Reagan campaign of 1980.
He stole his “America first” mantra from the right-wingers who didn’t think Hitler was such a bad guy and wanted to keep the U.S. out of the Second World War.
Nazis, I hate these guys.
– Indiana Jones
He stole his “law and order” dogma from the 1968 Nixon campaign.
What’s next? Another chant from the ’60s – “America, love it or leave it.”
All you need is love.
All you need is love.
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need.
Sometime in the final years of my father’s life, he would end our phone conversations with, “Love you.”
I didn’t know where it came from. He’d never said it to me before. Neither had my mother.
It was shocking. But it became a routine closing for them, as it has become routine for me when talking with my kids.
Has the word been devalued?
It’s ubiquitous in places such as Facebook.
Click the heart when Like is not enough.
Write it out:
Love ya, bro.
Love ya, girl.
Share a public declaration of love in the infinite space of the Internet.
Scientists prove it really is a thin line between love and hate – 2008 headline in the Independent
Then Amnon hated her exceedingly, so that the hatred with which he hated her was greater than the love with which he had loved her.
– 2 Samuel, 13:15, Amnon’s rape of his sister Tamar
Love and hate.
Here’s Robert Mitchum as the evil preacher Harry Powell in The Night of the Hunter:
“Ah, little lad, you’re staring at my fingers. Would you like me to tell you the little story of right-hand, left-hand? The story of good and evil?
“It was with this left hand that old brother Cain struck the blow that laid his brother low.
“You see these fingers, dear hearts. These fingers has veins that run straight to the soul of man.
“The right hand, friends, the hand of love. Now watch, and I’ll show you the story of life.
“These fingers, dear hearts, is always a-warring and a-tugging, one agin the other. Now watch ’em.
“Old brother left hand, left hand he’s a fighting, and it looks like love’s a goner.
“But wait a minute. Wait a minute!
“Hot dog, love’s a winning. Yessirree!
“It’s love that’s won, and old left hand hate is down for the count.”
Love trumps hate.