To the Current Iteration of the GOP

 

You believe what feels good. If 99 scientists tell you something you don’t want to be true and one tells you what you want, you accept the one and reject the 99, even though you know full well that you know nothing about science. You have no basis for having in independent opinion. But you have one and you purvey it as though it were fact because you know that if you can get more ignorant people to agree with you, your ignorant “belief” comes to feel plausible. You’ll reinforce your ignorance until it feels like common sense. But it never will feel like common sense because in your heart you know that you have no idea what you’re talking about and that your strategy for becoming comfortable with ignorance is just that—a strategy. It’s like walking around naked in the mall until you don’t feel self-conscious about it anymore, until you don’t even stop to think, “I’m naked. In the mall”—until someone comes up to you out of the blue wearing a perfect ensemble and whispers in your ear, “you know you look like an idiot, right?”