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As long as I live, and this is not enough, I have never seen anything like it. Political and ideological hatred oozes dangerously from uncontrolled mouths. The impulse to hit the disgruntled in the nose. I wanted to jump on his neck, bite him on the snout and rip out his jugular vein with cat’s claws. stunned!

All this hatred opposes not only political haters, but also, unfortunately, family members. Relations between fathers and sons, daughters and mothers, husband and wife, brothers, sons-in-law, even old friends who come from a distant kindergarten are on fire. On social media, the hut is armed. Go here! Jets of spitting and vomiting shoot in the face from the left and right mutually.

“My God, in what century did you give birth to me!” I found the phrase precious for the image of the face of our day. I fell off my horse when I found out about the author: St. Polycarp, a martyr of the 2nd century AD. So it has always been like this? So nothing has changed? This is a loss of hope. Was this man a failed experiment? None of this, let’s not be pessimists, humanity still has a way. A little patience helps.

It is true that we are still on all fours, but one day we will still be bipedal. So much so that we already have a novelty: “Deboism”. What kind of animal is that? I went looking. A movement to reflect “good” people living in a “good place”, spreading “good” messages to cool this war climate, especially on social media.

These deboists refused to change leadership, stopped building a shack, stopped having dinner on Sundays, with a family, with a castle in their mouths, and finally realized that the best thing to do was boil noodles and go to bed.

As soon as the deboists put on the table the message of the glory of God in the highest and peace on earth to people of good will, they began to be beaten both from the right and from the left. Who ordered you to stay in the middle? “These deboists are shit, they live on the fence, they don’t take any position.

The world is torn apart by wars, corruption, violence, poverty, hunger, machismo, racism, sexism, and these guys are printing hearts, caressing a white dove and painting life in pink and blue colors that girls and boys should wear. These people need to wake up, people!”

One minute.

Of course, it is necessary to discuss, discuss ideas, position yourself, mobilize politically to improve the country. Sitting on the fence is really not conducive to bold and necessary conversation. But brainstorming is one thing, and arguing is another. In debate, the argument is essential; in conversation, adjective. In an argument, I speak, but I also listen, I even learn; when I talk, I’m deaf, I spit and hit.

In debates, I speak in moderation; in a squabble, my eardrums burst. In an argument, I weigh, consider, and respect the arguments of others; in chatter, delirium, foam and honor, the mother of a bastard, who, after all, can be mine. If a guy has a grandmother, I also pay tribute! One thing is one thing, another thing is quite another thing. Must not be confused!

So, finally, I’m wondering. Can such hatred be explained by the size of our civic love for the Motherland? Or is there something hidden in all this? I dont know…