My mom is a low-information voter. Now, please keep in mind that there is a difference between low-information and low IQ. My mom is not stupid. But she is woefully misinformed and under informed.
Mom watches “ABC News” at 6:30 every night because she thinks the anchor, David Muir, is “Cute.” She reads the local newspaper that has been delivered to her house every morning for as long as I’ve been alive. She doesn’t watch any of the cable news outlets, participate in online chatter, or discuss politics with friends and family.
It’s the paper in the morning, David Muir at 6:30, and that’s all, folks.
Mom has no knowledge of Dominion, Mike Lindell or the Navarro Report. She couldn’t tell you anything about evidence that exists regarding election fraud. Because, to the best of her knowledge, there isn’t any.
By my estimation, when it comes to news and information, my mom is getting maybe 10% signal, 90% noise. That is nothing I blame her for. There is, indeed, a certain blissfulness that can be had in not knowing the truth. The truth is scary. The truth is dangerous. But eventually, one way or another, the truth is revealed.
Political discussions in our family tend not to go very well. Mom loves animals and was keen on the the Green New Deal until I explained the costs associated with it. I told her how those expenses would cascade down the line and potentially put me out of business. Mom paused, processed what I said—and changed the subject. The truth was revealed, and it was scary.
Mom doesn’t know this website exists, and I’m fine with that. I don’t want to scare her, and I want to maintain harmony in our family. Most of my family members, including Mom, are Conservative. But the Socialist influence of mainstream media on public opinion cannot be denied. These outlets target an unsuspecting populous with one voice, and it is deafening. Check out Operation Mockingbird to see the machine in action.
I wonder how many other blissfully unaware moms, dads, brothers, and sisters are out there. I know how difficult it can be to reveal truth to these people. I’ve lost decades-old friends in doing so. And so, I mostly keep my politics to myself.
I’ve been in business settings in which someone in the group will make an off-handed Trump joke and everyone laughs in approval. I think of Nazi Germany when I’m in these situations. When a SS officer walks into a room, gives the ‘Heil Hitler’ salute and everyone responds in kind, what happens to the guy who doesn’t?
He loses business, he loses his standing, he loses his voice—he is canceled.
So, in response to the quip, I raise my glass, politely smile, and chuckle as I ponder material I can add to this website.