Today's Cost of Truth

You can be offended. I can be honest.

I don’t care if you want to paint yourself purple and call yourself a unicorn. I can love you.

But I’m not going to lie to you.

I can love you without supporting your choices.
I can love you without affirming your values.
Just as you can love me and stand in disagreement with mine.

That used to be common ground.
Now it’s treated as if it's a moral failure.

When did declining to bake a wedding cake become a federal offense?
When did justice shift from principle to placation?

We’ve moved away from safeguarding liberty—
and toward appeasing the offended.

It takes audacity to compel someone to violate their conscience.
It takes even more audacity to call it justice.

If the left-wing unicorn club doesn’t want me in their circle because I belong to the straight-laced tight-ass brigade, that’s fine by me.
I’m not going to petition to join anyone’s party.
Sadly, that grace doesn’t seem to be reciprocated anymore.

There was a time when I spoke freely.
I didn’t hesitate to share an opinion.
I wasn’t afraid of a comment section.

Then something shifted.
It wasn’t just me.
The people changed.
Culture changed.

I’ve never fit neatly into a box.
I don’t follow scripts.
But the moment I voiced something misaligned with the prevailing narrative, I was condemned—
not questioned, not engaged—
just canceled.

We used to know how to disagree. We could sit across a table, share a meal, argue our points, and still shake hands. Now, disagreement is branded as hate—no nuance, no room for questions.
Discomfort is recast as oppression.
Silence has become a form of violence.

And truth?
Truth is only tolerated if it passes a cultural litmus test.

Well, here’s mine:
Disagreement isn’t bigotry.
Silence isn’t violence.
Real love doesn’t demand that I compromise my conscience.

I can love you.
Deeply. Genuinely. Sacrificially.
But still hold firm in disagreement.

If that makes me dangerous,
maybe it’s the definition—
not the dissenter—
that needs revising.

If you’ve been asked to trade your integrity for acceptance, don’t. You don’t need permission to stay honest.