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When Politics Becomes the Family Wrecking Ball

Let me start with a disclaimer: this is not a pity party. This isn’t one of those “feel sorry for me” posts. This is a gut check. A pulse reading on what happens when politics stop being a conversation and start being a weapon.

Two stories. Both fresh. Both personal.

First up, my cousin. Thought we were close. Turns out, forty years of memories mean jack squat if you vote red instead of blue. His exact words? If I weren’t his cousin, he’d have nothing to do with me. Oh, and he and his wife? They only hang out with folks who share their political beliefs. How cute. Do they also wear matching helmets when riding their emotional support unicorns?

Next case. A man and his wife who believe that because I don’t pass their ideological purity test, their mother shouldn’t be dating me. Apparently, I’m a threat to the family unity. I sat down with him and asked the real question: Do you seriously believe it's okay to divide an entire family — including grandkids — just because someone doesn’t parrot your political views?

He said yes. With a straight face.

Now, I’m not perfect. But I laid it out clearly. This isn't just about who’s dating whom. It’s about watching people blow up their own families with ideological dynamite and smiling while they do it.

And here’s the kicker. These aren't isolated incidents. You’ve probably seen it too. In your own circles. Your own family. People putting politics ahead of love, history, decency — ahead of being human.

So where exactly are we heading?

We all say we want our politicians to “work together,” but we don’t even invite Uncle Joe to Thanksgiving if he owns a MAGA hat or follows Rachel Maddow. Everyone wants unity until it means sitting next to someone who doesn’t think exactly like they do. And then suddenly, it’s “grab your cranberry sauce and run.”

Here’s a radical idea: maybe, just maybe, political identity isn’t the sum total of who someone is. Maybe your neighbor is more than just their voting record. Maybe your mother deserves to be happy, even if her boyfriend doesn’t read from your holy book of hashtags and virtue signals.

But I get it. That sounds like common sense. And these days, common sense is treated like a hate crime.

We’ve stopped talking with each other. Now we talk at each other. Or worse, about each other in DMs and Reddit threads, flinging digital rocks behind profile pics and political filters. Can’t just be a person anymore. You have to be a walking billboard for the Right Cause or the Left One. And if you aren’t? Canceled. Shunned. Blocked. Ghosted.

We are becoming allergic to disagreement. And addicted to outrage.

And it’s bleeding into everything — schools, churches, social circles. God forbid someone says something “offensive” at the dinner table. You’ll get fact-checked before the potatoes hit the plate. Families used to argue about dumb stuff like who gets the last roll. Now it’s “Are you vaccinated?” “Do you support the right bill?” “Did you vote for the correct puppet?”

We're not creating safe spaces. We're building echo chambers and calling them sanctuaries.

So let me ask:

Are we really okay with a future where political conformity is the price of admission for love, friendship, family?

Are we fine with this ideological Hunger Games we’ve built, where everyone’s a villain if they don’t chant your chosen slogan?

Because if this keeps up, we’re not headed for a political revolution. We’re headed for cultural extinction. A society so obsessed with being “right” that we forget how to be kind. Or sane.

And here’s the irony. The same people who shout about tolerance and empathy are often the first ones to throw you to the wolves if you say something out of their thought-bubble. They don’t want diversity. They want uniformity, wrapped in the illusion of progress.

I’ll tell you what I want.

I want adults who can disagree without turning it into a custody battle for their moral superiority.

I want kids to grow up watching families who know how to argue without annihilating each other.

I want a future where we stop letting Twitter dictate who deserves love and who gets exiled.

Maybe I’m old school. Maybe I’m the crazy one.

But I’d rather be the crazy one who still believes in grace, than the sane one who writes off half the population like expired milk.

Tell me I’m wrong.