Door bell

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Nobody is knocking at my door.
When I was a child, the doorbell rang often. Neighbors who needed to borrow sugar or flour. Friends who wanted to go out and play hockey or football. 
Often it could be salespeople. Vacuum cleaners, insurance, art, etc. 
It also happened that Jehovah's witnesses knocked, and once there were two well-dressed guys who spoke bad Swedish but who wondered if we believed in the Bible and if we wanted to go to heaven.But today nobody is knocking at my door.Nowadays we have door codes, etc., but there are perhaps changes in our behavior.A week or so ago the doorbell rang. My dog ​​was barking like crazy and wouldn't stop even when I opened the door. 

Outside stood two women who wanted to hand over some information and it turned out that they were election workers for the Socialists. They very much wanted to talk politics, and they were very clear that they were indeed the only option and the others were not a good pic.They also said that people in an area like the one I live in should vote left, anything else would be wrong.My wife said ( who was the one answering the door) she wasn't at all interested in talking to them and thought they should go away, which they did.Politicians in general do not listen. They are not interested in the truth and slander towards political opponents are common. For a politician, thoughts are on the next election, for a real leader,  thoughts are on the next generation.

When it comes to a political debate, why so much denial, hate, lies, assumptions and cowardice?

So much talking, so little action, and no listening  ... Läs mer...

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