You might remember for the rest of your life where exactly you were this Saturday afternoon when the news came down that former President Donald Trump had just been shot. I was walking into the house, and my ashen-faced wife and mother-in-law both said, come in quickly. At first, like many of us, I thought the worst. There was blood, there was chaos, there was mayhem.
I thought he was dead.
But miraculously, through an act of God or fate or whatever you choose to believe—that and maybe an inch or two at most—are all that separate us from a terrible moment and a history-changing tragedy that would haunt our nation forever. Yes, this was bad, but it could have been so, so much worse.
How did we get here?
You could argue that it’s just a toxic political environment and that both sides are at fault for the ratcheting up of tensions in our nation. But it wouldn’t be true. In fact,…
