An evangelism for the only hero that will save America: you.

 originally published jan 11, 2021

An evangelism for the only hero that will save America: you.

Each. Of. Us.
Make a connection,
Access your own Genuine curiosity,
Find and expand shared interests and values,
Tell stories together.
Work on something together.
Do the hard job of giving scared,
often-isolated,
desperate people
the most valuable human quality
that they’re only getting right now in their wack-a-doo bubble:
sane, grounded, empathic connection.
If you have nothing nice to say to them,
Don’t.
This is Stockholm syndrome,
and you don’t cure that by arguing logically,
insulting,
or silencing.
You cure it by caring.
Disclaimer: Ted Packard is not suggesting the unchecked allowance of threats of violence, or implying that one should not defend themselves or others with words or actions, or that dangerous individuals should have free reign to do as they will until some hippy love circle embraces them and they change their heathen ways. He is merely stating that fighting a flamethrower with a flamethrower does not grow a future. Giving a shit about the person burning does.

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