I watched as first one, then another, and finally a last generation of my family has fallen into this right-wing-o-sphere where real journalism dare not tread. Scarily, it spits out real conservatives all the time who don’t tow the Party line like firing George Will. Or David Frum losing his job.
It is a frightening echo chamber where normal people are turned into seething, spitting freak shows over someone saying Happy Holidays to them. My God, I could not believe it when my sister called me from Michigan to tell me our Mom had left our uncle’s house in Indiana in the middle of the night in a snow storm to get away from his insane War on Christmas rant. My mom is a timid, mild-mannered woman who avoids confrontation (her Happy Holidays was quite by accident). I would have fought with her brother but that’s not her nature. Instead, she had to hear all about how Ramadan was ruining Christmas (it doesn’t fall near Christmas no less but mom didn’t know).
Now my brother is sucked into Alex Jones. There is no penetrating that conspiracy world. The person is lost to you forever. But I kind of feel like my whole family was lost starting with grandpa and his Rush Limbaugh.