Hypocrite!

Nothing like an insult and exclamation mark to drive home a post title, eh? The title could relate to any number of people or things. Like the fact that this blog post is nearly a week late for week 4 of my 52 week blog journey. I mean that’s slack by anyone’s standards, and only the fourth week – wow! But, no, this post is about something a bit more close-to-home…

I wrote a blog post last week about the way in which the new US President, Donald Trump as been ‘welcomed’ into office by outraged social network users and media agencies alike. Not brilliantly. And while I could draw similarities between the title of this post and the said media agencies *cough* BBC *cough*, this post isn’t even about that.

It’s about the very notion of hypocrisy. The definition of the word hypocrite, according to dictionary.com, is “a person who feigns some desirable or publicly approved attitude, especially one whose private life, opinions, or statements belie his or her public statements.”

And in the light of that definition, I think I need to make something quite clear. I am, by no means or measure perfect. This will come as no shock whatsoever to anyone who knows me. But I wonder if I dare suggest something grander, we all suffer from imperfection. The classic line whenever we mess up to excuse ourselves: ‘nobody’s perfect!’ comes to mind. And while flippantly used here and there in our daily lives – it’s actually a really truth that we should pay attention to every now and again.

So at the risk of beating a dead horse (a physical action I would highly advise against, but in analogy’s sake…), I revisit the Trump debate. Since my last post, there have been several actions of the new President that have been wildly unpopular amongst the louder-voiced of the Western World (dare-I-say, making their point seem more universal than it actually is). But it’s debates like this one that bring out the best and worst in people.

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Top Trumps

Yesterday was my birthday! And it will come as no surprise to anyone who knows me that I love birthdays. So much so, that I take two weeks off to celebrate every year. I’m sure I’ll go into more detail on how and why that works another time. But first, I want to talk about something else. Something that I couldn’t avoid whilst checking my lovely HB messages on Facebook yesterday. The Trump card.

Now, we live in a modern democracy. Modern in the sense of sophistication. Modern in the sense that times have changed. And as a democratic society, I think it’s safe to assume we can agree on one thing. There is a lot that divides us as people and, it seems, increasingly less that unites us. If its belief, sexuality, gender, political conviction, sports team or favourite ice cream flavour; it seems that the divisions in our modern society are far louder than our united causes. It would be easy for me to sit and point the finger here, but I’m as guilty as most. I just hear the name Trump and I’m automatically on my high-horse, ready to defend the 45th President. Perhaps a reaction to hot-topics is only natural, but since the introduction of social media as a steady source of global news, it’s amazing how much opinions and facts get mixed up. And with the US Presidents’ inauguration ceremony two days ago, my social media timeline has been a minefield of political opinion and speculative statements towards this issue.

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