With whom, on what point, would we negotiate? What (or whom) would we sacrifice, and what would we (those of us who remain) receive in return? Would we receive even a bit more time?
No middle ground:
"'There is no middle ground anymore,' an elderly woman said to what appeared to be her husband near the back of the crowd (Monday's gathering skewed older and female, with young men nowhere to be found unsurprisingly).
It was comments like these that differentiated this action with the rallies in the first months of the first Trump term. There was a (misplaced, deeply naive) sense that Trump was such an outlier, so out of touch with the electorate, that Democrats and even some elected Republicans would stymie his entire agenda. This Sorinkesque belief in the inevitability to bipartisanship was just enough to make folks believe there was a middle ground, a compromised path out of Trumpism. We tried that with Joe Biden and it failed spectacularly. There is, as the lady said, no middle ground. The only way out is through; what that looks like is up to your imagination and the doom that resides within you."
— Denny Carter, "Long Way From A Fire," Bad Faith Times, 18 Feb 2025
That "doom" story says:
"We are not “cooked,” nor are we “so fucking cooked," as so many BlueSky posters are wont to say. There is no point in declaring we're "cooked" beyond protecting oneself with layer after slimy, toxic layer of irony. I’ve done just that for too long. No one is better than me at shielding themselves with irony. I realize this sounds Trumpian but it's true. If irony-shielding were a profession, I would be the GOAT and no one would be close. I’m done with all that because there is no future with such an approach, and it’s exactly what the bad guys want us to do. Enough."
— Denny Carter, "Caring, Not Dooming, In 2025," Bad Faith Times, 24 Dec 2024
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