Politics these days have become so divided and divisive that it’s become the norm to view the other side of the aisle as “the enemy”. People are being told to “pick a side” and that there’s no room for middle ground. We here at Phetasy believe that there are a lot more people in the middle than politicians and the media would have us believe.
We’re collecting stories from the ever growing number of people who are finding themselves Politically Homeless and posting them here on Substack. If you have moved from conservative to liberal, or liberal to conservative, if you feel you’ve stayed in the same place and your party has swerved drastically away from you, if you had a moment that awakened you to the insanity and hypocrisy on both sides, if you keep your mouth shut anytime a political topic comes up because you’re afraid your opinion will cause you to lose friends or your job, you’re not as alone as you might think.
Our goal is to shine a light on people’s earnest, individual experiences and show them they’re not alone.
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Letter 67:
October 4, 2023
While I don’t consider myself completely politically homeless (yet), I feel increasingly like the only adult in the room.
Here in Texas (howdy) we take pride in being uniquely Texan. I’m no different. I was raised mostly conservative and have remained so for pretty much my entire life (though I have wavered on issues in the past).
I was on board the Trump train for a while (at least in the beginning) and even though I don’t particularly like the guy, I don’t think he’s been fairly evaluated (by either side) but that’s another story.
Witnessing the false fire alarm pull from Rep. Bowman, the ridiculous infighting between Sen. McCarthy and Gaetz, Sen. Fetterman’s antics, Trump’s propensity to continually stick his foot in his mouth, and Biden’s insistence that voting Democrat means “saving our Democracy,” all makes the mom in me want to pull each by the ear and scold them for not playing nicely. It’s exhausting. People are really hurting out here and all they can seem to do is bicker over their million dollar breakfast like spoiled children. Meanwhile, real children are suffering because of it.
Every election cycle is the same. All they talk about is how the other is so terrible. Not one seems to ever discuss what they plan to do about it. An actual plan, not a wishlist. I’m really starting to feel stuck in that Bowling for Soup song “High School Never Ends”
I can’t believe this is where we are. Maybe I was just naive before. Perhaps it’s always been like this and I’m just now noticing. I don’t know. Either way, I’m over it.
Thank you for your time,
Sincerely,
A worn out mother who just wishes people were more kind and respectful to one another.
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Children. Children EVERYWHERE - Politically Homeless