Something I remember about the Right that didn't make sense to me when I first heard it.

It was probably around the GWII era when they began to tough talk and they twisted themselves in a knot to sound convincingly masculine. I am going to paraphrase, but what they used as an example of how we should be reacting to the harsh environment, was a bird sitting on a branch while a storm was whipping through. The bird, they said, never complains. It does not utter a word. It just hangs on until it freezes and gets blown off the branch and dies on the ground.

That is how the Right expected us to be during that era, which might have been post 9/11.

Why I am bringing it up now, is that I remember that there was a very small part of me that connected to the comments as if their opinion was still something that I needed to listen to.

Now, it's all different. Now they sound like raving loons that are best ignored. I just don't see how any of them will still have any credibility, even post-Trump. I look back on that metaphor of the bird on a wire, freezing to death without complaining. What a pathological way of seeing how the rest of us fit into society.