How Low Can One Go?

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Gus Walz is the son of the vice-presidential candidate and the kid was a crying, joyful, mess as he cheered on his Dad.

An absolutely beautiful moment caught for millions to see.

I knew it would go south quickly.

Ann Coulter, who is a known person for some reason, and who is absolutely ridiculous, posted the photo with the caption:

“And they call us weird?”

Evidently, Gus has developmental issues, but that was pure joy expressed by a child who was unbelievably proud of his Dad.

Coulter immediately yanked her post after the feedback was overwhelmingly negative - but the desired result of her action was achieved.

The people who back vile behavior were all over the opportunity.

I read hundreds of comments that referred to the young man as a ‘retard.’

A morally reprehensible situation by any measure, but man, I am sad that I expected it as soon as I saw the kid and his tears.

That is what is obnoxiously sad about the state of the world these days.

Instead of admiring the love between a father and a son, Gus Walz is now an enemy of a group of people simply because his Dad has a ‘D’ by his name.

I wasn’t a fan of Reagan’s policies but he was certainly a very good communicator.

I cared much less for the policies of the George Bush’s - but there were certainly human moments and George H.W.’s service to the country - and his skydiving on his birthday were human moments that I could enjoy without being clouded with rage.

Mind-boggling that you can look at a young man, crying, joyfully because he is proud of his Dad and think:

“What a pussy!”

It’s even more disconcerting that you can then post something about it, or worse yet, wish harm on the boy and his family.

“We are so broken,” one of my buddies says when confronted with horrible policy decisions or nasty words.

The campaign in 2016 should’ve crumbled when the candidate made fun of a disabled reporter…

…it didn’t.

Simply gave permission to the world to just be as nasty as one can be.

Broken?

Sure seems that way.

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