We as a nation are continuously overreacting to "the other side"
As a microcosm, its like overreacting to the messages on bumper stickers on the backs of cars and trucks.
We not only hate the message of the bumper sticker, we cast our nets of resentment far and wide and project our hatred and end up despising the vehicle it is placed on and our own pre-fashioned notions of the person who probably drives it.
Then one day, we find ourselves broken down on the side of the road and that bumper sticker on that car or that truck stops and offers a smile and a helping hand.
And then we perhaps realize the folly of our thoughts and actions, but only until the next bumper sticker drives by and catches our attention. We are conditioned to both react and to provoke the next reaction. And on and on the self-perpetuating cycle goes on.
The Monsters are out on Maple street, folks.