Just the ordinary concerns of ordinary people living ordinary lives, more worried about crime the next block over than who holds the balance of power in Washington. It’s what newspaper editors used to sneeringly call “chicken dinner news,” published only in weekly and small daily rags, never touched by sophisticated, respectable periodicals of any decent size.
It’s the same kind of things we talk about in our real-world interactions, waitress to diner, clerk to shopper, barbershop patrons to each other, friends and neighbors and family members among themselves.
And what don’t we hear so much? Ravings about that “fascist” Donald Trump or his loony socialist opponents. Apocalyptic warnings about dangers to the American way of life. Furious threats and recriminations against people so stupid they voted the wrong way.
It’s not that people outside that fake-America bubble don’t care about politics. They do. They even believe, many of them, one side or the other in Washington is terribly wrong, even dangerous, and they can argue passionately about it.
But then they move on to other things, the way they always have. Politics is a part of their lives, but only one part. They are not consumed by it every hour of every day. That “most important election of our lifetimes” we just had? Americans voted for a split government, just to keep the knuckleheads in line, just like they almost always have. (Perhaps, like hundred-year storms, they might need to berenamed if they come around every decade, “most important election ever” can’t be every single one of them.) Perhaps I am being naïve. Maybe the great divide is leading us to a new civil war, and I just can’t see it.