Agreeing To Disagree

I had dinner the other night at Formaggio Wine & Bar with a close friend whose political opinions contrast mine. Since Trump's presidential win in 2016, we've had to avoid political chats to prevent strain on our friendship. Nevertheless, as she sipped her second glass of pinot grigio, she dredged up the white elephant in the room:

"How's your friend's campaign going?" (I have a female friend running as a Republican for Governor in Hawaii).

I told her it was going as well as could be expected. I then expressed to her the negativity that one uncovers when diving into the deeper layers of politics, rarely seen by the public on a superficial level. I mentioned to her that I'd observed shades of racism and misogyny from the "far-right" in the Hawaii GOP.

This admission allowed her to commiserate a little and acknowledge that the Democratic party is also imperfect (which I already knew).

The other day, I received an angry tweet from Kamala Harris, a Democratic Senator in California:

She was once the District Attorney of San Francisco and the Attorney General of California. Her rage is typical of looney liberals who like to elicit reactions through emotion rather than fact(s). Sadly, she miscalculated as she tried to wield my own culture against me:

Whether it is between friends, within our own party, or across party lines, we must respect one another. At the end of the day, we are all trying to find happiness and I've learned that being right (politically, or otherwise) isn't as fulfilling as sharing escargots a la bourguignonne and soul-warming drinks with a close (even liberal) friend.