As a matter of fact, I am roughly half of our country. At least according to those in The Know. I used to believe that I was in The Know, but to steal from Groucho Marx, I don't want to be in The Know or any part of it when I look at those who are.

How does one become part of The Know? Are there secret ballots and elections? Can one simply be absorbed into The Know? Maybe assimilated? It all sounds rather painful or at bare minimum – dumbing. Roughly half of our country is in The Know while the other is not. Like fluid travelling back and forth between two empty caverns. An event only half of our country celebrates at any given time as they stick their tongues out at the newly freed from The Know.

So, my options are; To be in The Know or Not to be in The Know? This has become the question? (Thank You Sir William!) A dark concept indeed.

Nah, I don't bite. I refuse to choose. I won't pick a side, a label, a carefully constructed point of view, the popular narrative, the "if it bleeds it leads" headline. I will not regurgitate some twist of the facts.

Feel free to tell me that I am wrong or scream it like roughly half of our country has been doing. Even though I am half of the country I am only one. One mind, one voice, one vote, and one truth. I am one person who has to be happy within and outside of myself.

Maybe if more looked inside, braving their fear as they dive in, William Hazlett just might turn over in his grave. I will not be a coward. I will jump, look and ask those hard questions of myself, and of you, the other half of our country. And, I will double down by daring The Know to follow.

What do you think might happen if we all stopped knowing? My personal reward has been, and continues to be, that I am happy, and I don't know. Let me rephrase my last comment: My reward for not being a coward is realizing that I do not know everything.