From the Rose Law Group Growlery
By Phil Riske | Senior Reporter/Writer
illy (not his real name) and I seemed to be joined at the hip on birth. We grew up together only a block apart.
Billy was way ahead of me intellectually. I remember he was the one revealed the birds and the bees to me, and he taught me to play the ukulele. Billy became a millionaire.
We discussed politics recently, and it was apparent we are on opposite ends of the spectrum there. But we kidded each other about it and agreed to disagree.
We follow each other on Facebook, so our political comments are out there for everybody to see. Mine usually are in the form of a joke.
I recently made a joke about one of the news channels that is definitely on Billy’s end of spectrum, asking him if that’s where he gets his positions on politics.
The roof fell in.
He responded directly — for all to see — with an ad hominem attack, calling me “un-American,” saying I should get off my butt and do something for the nation.
A golfing friend posted that I was full of “hate.” Yet another said I was a ”whiner.”
I’ve been counting to 10 for a couple of months now, weighing what to do, how to respond, if I do.
There’s one thing for sure:
I won’t react on social media, which, when people are passionate beyond reason, can lead to broken hearts and broken friendships.
