Facing Backlash without Flinching

Fellow pursuers of truth, wisdom, and, dare I say, actual facts gather round. I come bearing tidings of reality, which, as you might have guessed, is not a universally appreciated commodity these days. But we, the strong true grassroot conservatives of Colorado, are not ones to shy away from a little unpopularity now, are we? I know I’m not.

It seems to me that the moment you start using facts to illustrate a position, you suddenly become the villain. You bring a sharp pin to the balloon party of delusions and pop hysteria ensues. It’s as if the mere act of articulating the truth is enough to send some folks scrambling for their emotional support animals.

Now, let's get something straight, when people’s cherished fallacies are challenged, their inner children throws a tantrum that could put a sugar-rushed toddler to shame. We need to buckle up and prepare for the backlash without flinching. When they start slinging mud, it’s because you, my friend, are doing something right. When they howl in protest, you’re probably over the target. So what do we do? We double down. We become relentless truth-speakers because, let’s face it, the truth is to social media outrage what sunlight is to vampires.

There's this cute notion floating around that truth is some sort of buffet where you can pick what suits your palate. “Your truth. My truth.” How precious. The idea that the truth is just a piece of clay to be molded into whatever shape fits our narrative of the day. As if truth is a choose-your-own-adventure book where facts are mere suggestions.

In the spirit of this 'enlightened' thinking, let me say: Sure, the truth exists for you and probably for the person sitting next to you, but heaven forbid it should be the same truth, right? Because that would be too easy. And it's fascinating how this truth suddenly becomes a flexible concept when we start merging hard facts with personal beliefs. It's like saying, “I believe gravity is just a theory, so I’ll kindly step off this cliff and expect to float.”

So here we stand, at the precipice, refusing to take the leap of faith into the abyss of relative truth. When they say seeking truth might be a distraction, I say it’s the only thing keeping us from intellectual oblivion. They call it a distraction, I call it the bedrock of civilization.

Therefore, my friends, let us not be deterred. Let’s be the bearers of truth, even when it feels like we’re salmon swimming upstream during bear season. It’s going to get rough, it’s going to get uncomfortable. But at the end of the day, we’re not in it for the applause or likes. We’re in it because the truth matters. Period. Full stop. The end.