Fumbling forward despite ourselves

Despite some hyperbole, this psychiatrist actually talks a lot of sense. It would be nice if we could have a conversation where everyone was talking more sense.



Maybe we're not capable of mature discussion. Maybe sanctimony is all we can ever expect of ourselves. Maybe all politics will ever be is a spectator sport with tragic stakes.

If so, does it really matter what happens on this debate or any debate?

Because, really, what it means is that we gave up on what really matters long before we got what we wanted. And what a sad, unworthy example we set for anyone we would have the hubris to thus compel their will.

What a sad little species we are, much of the time. What a small and petty thing we thus aspire to be.

May we at least fumble forward.