When was the veil lifted for you?

When Donald Trump was elected the president of the USofA. At the time, I was a staunch Democrat, campaigned for Clinton, bought a pant suit just so I could wear it when I went to vote. Did you know that? Her voters were told to go around in pants suits, by indivisible or some such brain washing entity, for those few weeks before the election. That I did so shows just how under the influence I was. I was willing to dress a part for that party.

So when a man I truly thought was an insane, inarticulate, white supremacist, misogynist lunatic got (supposedly) half of America to vote for him, I decided to find where the disconnect was. I started first by listening more often to Trump, and lo and behold, he started to make sense. Not that I agreed, but I could see his point, and I could see his allure. I began to understand, and to value, the conservative point of view. Listening to Milo Yiannopoulos helped a whole lot too, when I realized he was telling jokes about me. True, every single one of them, and eye opening.

Now I don't trust any of those national performers in politics. Politicians on that stage are probably all corrupt, just acting their parts. Possibly because they, too, are brainwashed, but more likely they know full well what they are doing, and are serving only themselves.

I see how much of what we've been taught is untrue

It's not so much that things are untrue, as that if we are told them often enough, we can make them come true. And not true at the same time, of course. We see only one face, not the full picture, in the mirror. We are all in a fun house of mirrors, trying to find one true image, but no true image exists. Oh dear, there I go freewriting on a comment again. But whoa if there isn't a poem in there somewhere, hang on.

truth
is a fun house of mirrors
no end in sight

Something like that.