Debating in the age of Trump doesn't feel like debating. It's not like arguing over deregulation, government spending, tax rates, or social programs. It's all about Trump because it's all about Trump, and it's hard because it's so f#&%ing weird. This is what it feels like to me:
Buddy: Cool news! This Nigerian Prince I met online is going to give me 22 million dollars for helping him get his money out of the country.
Me: You know that's a scam, right?
Buddy: It's totally legit. I can show you his email.
Me: I mean, did you ask yourself why a wealthy man would need someone like you to do his bidding?
Buddy: He said there would be people like you and I shouldn't listen to anything you say. You're just jealous.
Me: Did you research any of this? If you took just five minutes you'd find out ---
Buddy: See it's not this rich guy's fault. It's all the a$$h@!es running the Nigerian government. They're jealous of him, too.
Me: I honestly don't know what to say, buddy. Your money, I guess.
Buddy: Well that's the thing. I gave him your bank account information, too. That was part of the deal.
Me: Wait. What? No. No, no, no, no no!
Buddy: Why do you hate America?