About a week ago, when Jerry Nadler—a man whose politics are repellant to me--had his ostensible “accident,” this writer rapped some conservatives for making fun of something that transcends politics—as in old age and the increasing level of infirmity, sometimes humiliating infirmity, that comes with it.
What the nation has witnessed in the last couple of days, following Trump's COVID-19 diagnosis, is quite revealing. A considerable number of self-professed “tolerant” progressives are apparently incapable of demonstrating anything resembling simple human decency, with some even wishing Trump would die. For such people, wholly unlike the aftermath of Pearl Harbor or 9/11, politics no longer "stops at the water’s edge.” For such people, politics is now an all-consuming, zero sum game, manifested in its most virulent form: You either agree with me, or you’re the enemy.