My husband and I had not an argument but a strong discussion this morning. I say strong because our opinions differed and we needed to make ourselves and said opinions understood.
It was over an editorial in the local paper. George had taken offense and was stating how he felt about the matter and the author. He was wanting to write in to the paper and he wanted me to back him.
Here is where we differed. I couldn't back him.
Not this time.
Usually, I find the editorialist's work to be at best purile and at worst, horribly bigoted, exclusionary and incredibly isolationist.
This time I still didn't agree, but I could not back George. For once, the author had stated what I felt to be an opinion. Not one I agreed with, and it was stuck in at the end of an essay paying respect to the survivors of Pearl Harbor and World War II, which cheapened the whole thing. But it was an opinion.
I will argue and defend someone's right to state an opinion. Period.
It would be much better if they agreed with mine...