A small percentage of my friends, coworkers, and loved ones may soon join the ranks alongside other hot liquids I slurp for nourishment. But there’s also an equally probable chance that this won’t happen, which means you’re overreacting a bit.
People were once able to respectfully disagree, but civil discourse in America has been plagued with a bitter toxicity that has become increasingly difficult to ignore. The vitriol in your eyes when you see me is discouraging, Frank. You have crudely reduced me to “the man who will eat me,” which is unfair. When I see you, I see Frank from accounting, my best friend in the firm, a proud single father of two beautiful girls, and yes, someone who could potentially be made into soup.
