We are largely in conflict with ourselves. This is assured to be destructive to everyone.

One person complains that their sixth grader saw the great art work, The David, complete with genitalia, of course, and the teacher is fired.

A solitary coach praying on a football field after a game, win or lose, is voluntarily joined by some players and a few parents feel that this is a tectonic issue of church and state, despite the fact that athletes performing well and entertainers receiving awards regularly thank God in gesture and words.

Politicians with opportunities in front of them are struggling to deny that they have ever said “defund the police” even though their statements have been captured on tape. We use the “woke” and grammatical horror “they” to refer to individuals, so that the listener doesn’t know if the reference is to one person or a group or a nation.

Some doctors are actually endorsing physically-altering therapy for pre-teens and teenagers who claim they identify with the opposite gender. Yet many of these kids reverse such sentiments over short time frames. But you can’t reverse the surgery.

Airlines and theaters actually have to make announcements that patrons should respect those who wear masks and those who choose not to, as if a professional wrestling or soccer riot were to break out. We’re teaching kids about how to identify their gender while the Chinese are teaching their kids the STEM disciplines.

We insist on fighting ourselves where no one “wins” and progress doesn’t occur. Is there a cure for this illness?