How to Further Divide People: Discussing the Current Climate of Divisive Politics in America

Talking Politics with ChatGPT

I had an interesting conversation with ChatGPT this morning, because I know you shouldn’t talk politics with friends or family. It was a nice conversation and nobody threatened to disown the other or refuse to speak to them again or anything like that, so it’s all good.

What prompted this post was this article by Clay Risen. I’ve also been listening/watching the Unbiased podcast/youtube channel of Jordan is my lawyer, which is a very good and maybe only source of truly unbiased political reporting on current events.

TikTok was down on my fire tablet so I started thinking for myself again, and was trying to understand the current president and how it seems he makes decisions that serve his best interests more than the country’s interests. Here is how our conversation went: (I readily admit that I am very naive about a lot of things, and politics is one of them)

MY INITIAL PROMPT:

Good morning. I want to talk to you about politics, and specifically about the US Constitution and who the president should be working for. It is my understanding that the government (including the president) work for me, the taxpaying citizen. Is that a valid assumption?

ChatGPT’s RESPONSE:

Good morning! Yes, that’s a valid assumption. In the U.S. system of government, public officials, including the president, are elected to serve the people. The Constitution establishes a government that derives its power from the consent of the governed, meaning that officials are accountable to the citizens.

The Preamble to the U.S. Constitution begins with “We the People,” which reinforces the idea that government exists to serve its citizens. Additionally, elected officials take an oath to uphold the Constitution, which outlines their responsibilities and limits their powers.

That said, while the president and other officials work for the people, they don’t take direct orders from individual citizens. Their duty is to uphold the laws, protect rights, and act in the best interests of the country as a whole, which sometimes means making decisions that not everyone agrees with.

Are you thinking about this in the context of a specific issue?

Are you thinking about this in the context of a specific issue?

MY RESPONSE:

You mentioned government and the president should “act in the best interests of the country as a whole”. How would rebuilding Gaza align with the best interests of the country when we as a country currently have serious mental health issues with the population that go unnoticed and/or ignored?

ChatGPT’s RESPONSE:

That’s a fair question, and it touches on the broader debate over government priorities—whether resources should be spent domestically or internationally, and how decisions align with the national interest.

From a policy perspective, those who support U.S. involvement in rebuilding Gaza might argue that it serves strategic interests, such as maintaining stability in the Middle East, fulfilling humanitarian commitments, and preserving alliances. They might also see it as part of diplomatic efforts to prevent further conflict, which could ultimately impact U.S. security and economic interests.

On the other hand, critics argue that taxpayer dollars should first and foremost address domestic concerns—like mental health, infrastructure, homelessness, and other pressing social issues—before being spent abroad. Mental health, in particular, has been a long-standing crisis in the U.S., with underfunded programs, lack of access to care, and growing concerns about conditions like depression, addiction, and PTSD among veterans and civilians alike.

Ultimately, it comes down to how people define “the best interests of the country.” Some see global involvement as a necessity, while others prioritize fixing domestic issues first.

What’s your take—do you think foreign aid should be cut back significantly, or do you see a balance that could work?

MY RESPONSE:

I’m not a politician but I do think there can be a compromise that would serve both sides. By allocating funds from recently eliminated wasteful government programs to, for example, mental health, you could start to reduce crime and homelessness, and probably at the same time work on improving infrastructure. Foreign aid is not a bad thing, but I would like to see this country spend more on the pressing needs of our own.

ChatGPT’s RESPONSE:

That’s a reasonable and pragmatic view. If wasteful spending could be identified and reallocated to critical domestic issues like mental health, crime reduction, and infrastructure, it could address major concerns without necessarily eliminating foreign aid altogether.

Many people share your frustration that while foreign aid has strategic benefits, there are urgent problems at home—homelessness, mental health, veteran care, and crumbling infrastructure—that don’t seem to get enough attention or funding. A compromise approach could involve:

  1. Identifying and cutting wasteful government programs – Auditing federal spending to eliminate inefficiencies and redirect funds where they’re most needed.
  2. Investing in mental health services – Expanding access to treatment, crisis response, and prevention programs to reduce crime and homelessness.
  3. Maintaining foreign aid but prioritizing efficiency – Ensuring that funds spent abroad serve a clear U.S. interest and are used effectively, rather than being mismanaged.

The challenge, of course, is that government spending is highly political, and reallocating funds often faces resistance from entrenched interests. But in theory, if politicians focused on efficiency and accountability, it could be a win-win.

Would you support legislation that required Congress to audit and justify all foreign aid spending before approving it?

MY RESPONSE:

I would absolutely support legislation that required Congress to audit and justify all foreign aid spending before approving it. Which brings me to the issue of lobbying. But let’s save that for another day.

ChatGPT’s RESPONSE:

That makes sense, and I think a lot of Americans would agree with you on auditing and justifying foreign aid spending. Transparency and accountability should be a priority when taxpayer dollars are involved.

Lobbying is definitely another big topic, and I’d be happy to discuss it whenever you’re ready. It plays a major role in how policies are shaped—including spending decisions—but it’s also a controversial issue.

Let me know anytime you want to continue the conversation!

Dog Log Day 1

by Mya the Pittie

I’ve been wanting to share with all of you what has been going on in my life recently, and my dad was kind enough to share some space on one of his blogs to allow me to do that.

First of all, let me introduce myself. My name is Mya, and I am a 6 year old female pit bull, whatever that means. I found the best man ever in January, when my dad decided he needed a dog. I say best man because I feel like he saved my life. You see, I was on death row at the bad place (the animal shelter), and I would have been put down (nice way of saying dead) had he not showed up when he did.

I had been there for about three months in people time; but it was close to forever in doggie time. Anyway, dad showed up and took me out of there, just like that! And he took me on the road with him in this big truck. The only thing I really don’t like is that he has to pick me up to get me in it. Oh, and that he left me at the doggie day care for almost a month because I couldn’t go with him for training. But he came back!

Where to start…

I’m not the best at math, but I will do my best to convert time to people time, since I doubt many dogs are reading this. If you are reading this and have a dog, you can just reverse calculate to doggie years so they understand. Ok, so for the past few months I have been riding with my dad in the truck, and I really enjoy all the sights and smells that I have experienced so far. I’ve also gotten to know myself a little more as a result of this experience.

Turns out, I’m afraid of a lot of things. Thunderstorms, and especially thunder. Storm water grates. Guys in hoodies that walk by us at night. Dad leaving the truck for any reason (though I’ve gotten much better with my separation anxiety).

I have also discovered some new likes, like bananas. And ice cream! I really like that stuff, even though it gives my tongue the tingles. And the smells, oh the smells! I’ve smelled boy dog pee in I don’t even know how many states so far. And fresh poop! Sometimes I pee on it, but sometimes it reminds me that “Oh, I need to do that too!”. My dad wonders how I figure out how much pee I need for each outing, and I understand this is confusing for humans, so let me explain.

The doggie bladder holds just enough pee to: .

  • 1. Do my stuff when I have to go
  • 2. Pee on really strong smells
  • 3. Pee on random things
  • 4. Pee on bushes that need watering but nobody knows it
  • 5. Pee on other dog’s poop

I’ve had people ask “Where do you spend most of your time when in the truck?” The answer to that is: on the floor between the seats. I have a puppy bed there that also has an electric blanket and dad’s hi-res raincoat on it. I ride there becauseI have fallen out of the seat when dad hooks up trailers and does a tug test without letting me know ahead of time. Plus, the bed is for sleeping after work, and is too far from dad when he is driving (if you want to call it that).

That’s a little bit about me, but feel free to contact me if you want to know more. Have a nice day and be safe on the roads. Oh, and a shout out to these fellow dog riders: Pom with Roadrunnania, Mustard with Bandita Drive, Buddy with Bethany, and Angel and her dog, and all the other truckers out there who have doggies along for the ride!

Behind Her Eyes

I haven’t posted here for a while, but felt the need to get back into posting more regularly. Here is a poem that came to me recently, that I’d like to share.

Photo by takwa abdo on Unsplash

For me, writing is the best way for me to express myself, as I’m not good at relaying what’s going on in my head verbally. I created a web page for a friend of mine recently, and shared what I was thinking about our friendship, and after she read all of it, she commented that I think too much.

And she’s right, probably, but I can’t help thinking about things, and especially when it comes to relationships. Do you remember the show “In living color”? The guy that always wrote songs about everything? That’s me; except that I wrote a poem about it. “Wrote a poem about it, wanna here it, here it go”:

Behind her eyes...
	 there exists a depth of knowledge
	 of hurt and pain and abuse

Behind her eyes...
	is hate and love, 
	anger and peace, 
	fear and joy

Behind her eyes...
	is also this unimaginable beauty that,
	for now, remains hidden from her

Behind her eyes...
	is kindness and compassion and 
	understanding and forgiveness 
	and God, and all things wonderful

Behind her eyes...
	despite all that she has experienced 
	that she never deserved,
	is this light that will not ever be extinguished 

Behind her eyes...
	I can clearly see God in all His beauty,
	and it's overwhelming to me

	When, oh Lord, will You introduce her 
	to the incredibly beautiful woman
	that lives 

Behind her own eyes





Copyright @ 2022 William H. Hall III

Labels

Labels are used to identify everything, from artichokes to Zenith Tvs. Labels identify, inform, educate, warn, …etc. They can be used for anything and everything, and often are. They can also be used to identify people and people groups. I’ve been meaning to write about labels for quite some time, but recent events have made me want to write about them today.

Most labels are not permanent

This past Tuesday was my three year anniversary of being released from prison. I call it my release “into the wild”, and that’s kinda what it was. Luckily, I hadn’t been in captivity as long as some other people I know, and some are still in captivity. I was very glad to be out, but I also came out with a label; and not a flattering one. In fact, not only is it not flattering, it is downright despised, due to the fear and ignorance propagated by American society.

So, what is the label? We’ll get to that. But first let me ask you what “label” you despise. You have one, right? It’s tied in with racism, hatred, ignorance, fear, anger, jealousy, ..etc; and whatever other negative thoughts we have about others that are not like us. What “label” do you hate? In Jesus’ day, the most feared label was that of “leper”, I think. Regardless of whether or not it was the most hated, it had to be one of the most feared.

Today, it is probably “child molester” or “sex offender”, right? Notice that those are two different labels, but due to ignorance and fear, most people think all “sex offenders” are child molesters; which, by the way, are not the same.

The infamous Limburger cheese

What if something is mis-labeled? For instance, what if you find a container in the cupboard or fridge that says “Limburger cheese”? You’d probably avoid it like the plague, wouldn’t you (if you know anything about Limburger cheese)? I know I would. What if your elderly relative was the one who labeled it? You know, your sweet Grandma who is suffering early onset Alzheimer’s, or who just forgets things sometimes? What if what was in the container is actually chocolate? And what if you trusted the label, rather than actually looking inside to see what was actually in there?

You would miss out on something really good. Yet, that is what we do as a people every day, without even thinking about it. Even though, and despite the fact that labels are temporary, and the people we attach those labels to are a lot of the time people who have done prison time. These are people who have done wrong, sure. In fact, sometimes they haven’t even done what they are accused of. But they have also paid their debt to society according to the law.

That should be the end of their punishment, but in the case of a “sex offender”, the punishment continues on for a lifetime. Try getting a job as a “sex offender”. Yeah, good luck with that.

What about this label? What if, like many of those in prison, they were a child of God prior to being incarcerated, or they came to know Christ in prison? What if, like the cheese example above, you missed out on having a great friend because you see them as a label, rather than taking the time to get to know somebody? What if you saw them as Jesus sees all of us that are “in Him”? As perfect because of the sacrifice Jesus made on our behalf?

What if?

I challenge you today to let go of your negative stereotypes in regards to people you feel are “less than” or not like you, and get to know somebody new. Let me know how you do and who you meet. I’m curious.

Love Letter to God 2

This love letter to God written on 10/18/2016

Thank You for another day of life and for the extra jelly at breakfast. Thank You for the moon and stars that You created and that I can see from here. Lord, it amazes me every day that though You are all-knowing and all-powerful and mighty, that You never give up on me, and never will. I thank You for Your unending lovingkindness toward me, Your imperfect servant. Guide me as to how You would have me act and speak today, and let me fully surrender to Your will. I ask for increased faith and wisdom and understanding in dealing with other people daily. I ask that You continue to be with my loved ones on the outside, and continue protecting, providing for, and comforting them. I thank You so much for everyone You’ve put in my life right now, and I ask that I be a blessing, through You, to them as well. Lord, let me know how You want me to love You today.

Love, Bill

My love letter for today:

Lord, I thank You for the time I spent in prison because it made me realize it’s not about me. Now, almost three years out, I still thank You for another day of life and for Your awesome creation! I thank You that I was able to find other work that pays more and is very close to home. I thank You also for where I am living, and for the women You have brought into my life. Lord, You are so amazing; I have no words that would come close to describing the joy I feel in Your presence. Lord, thank You for my neighbors, and for the relationships we are building with each other through You.

Thank You for the gifts of cooking, encouragement, coding, and photography, that You have given me. Lord, may I be an encouragement to someone today, that they may feel Your love very strongly through me. I pray for my friend Lauren, that You continue to work in her heart, that she be convicted of her great need for You, Lord. Protect her, provide for her all her needs, and let her feel Your presence in her life. Lord, let her see her true worth as a woman through the filter of Your great love for her. Thank You Lord.

Love, Bill

Love Letter to God 1

This love letter to God was written on 10/17/2016

Your thoughts are so much higher than my thoughts and Your ways so much higher than mine! I cannot fathom the depth of Your love for me, nor the fact that You have forgiven my sins past, present, and future. How awesome is my God! I thank You for this day and for being able to sing Your praises with the band yesterday. Help me to stay focused on You today and to talk to You all day long.

I ask for increased faith, wisdom and understanding today; and I ask that You be with my sister Caryn today as well as my sister in Christ Caryn L. Lord, I thank You so much for Nancy O., Mrs. M., Pamela S., and Caryn L.; for their compassion toward me. I pray that You provide protection for them and provide for all their needs. And I ask You to bless them greatly. Lord, be with me today, and take away any anger or judgment of others from me. Fill me with Your Holy Spirit and increase greatly the fruits of the Spirit in me. I thank You so much for all You’ve done for, in, and through me.

Love,

Bill

The Lost Dog

(This article was initially posted around July 10th, 2019)

I experienced God in action again yesterday. It started with my cousin finding a dog. He (my cousin, not the dog), was on his way to work and came across this loose dog. Being the person that he is, he stopped and picked it up. Since he couldn’t take it to work with him, he dropped it off in my Aunt and Uncle’s backyard, the same Aunt and Uncle with whom I am staying.

Since my relatives are elderly, my cousin asked me to help out with finding the dog’s owner. I was more than happy to help and set out on the task of solving this mystery. I love a challenge, and I love dogs, so this was right up my alley.

began by contacting the local shelter, by phone and email, and letting them know that we had found a dog. I also managed to get a picture of her (it was initially assumed from the pink collar), which was a challenge in itself. She was young and full of energy and excited about this great adventure she was on. I managed to get a good photo of her face, and sent that with my email to the shelter.

I began by contacting the local shelter, by phone and email, and letting them know that we had found a dog. I also managed to get a picture of her (it was initially assumed from the pink collar), which was a challenge in itself. She was young and full of energy and excited about this great adventure she was on. I managed to get a good photo of her face, and
sent that with my email to the shelter.

Keep in mind that this is early morning, now about 7:00 a.m., and the places that normally offer help with these things are closed. Plus, this is summertime in Arizona, and it’s getting hotter and hotter outside; so I’m hoping for a resolution to this situation as quickly as possible.

As I continue to form a plan, she is jumping up on the door to the kitchen, and making whimpering sounds because she wants to come inside. Every time she sees someone inside, through the window, she jumps up and scratches the door. This makes it difficult for my Aunt, who is just trying to come into the kitchen to get something to eat. She just decides to avoid the whole situation and not eat at this time.

To help with this situation, I volunteer to go outside and sit with Ms. hyper-puppy, so my Aunt can at least eat. I work at home, so I just move my laptop and phone out to the back porch, and continue searching for any agencies that may be able to help with lost dogs. In the meantime, my cousin is texting me to see what is happening, since he feels responsible too, but has to be at work. At some point, he mentions checking to see if she may be chipped, so I take her to the nearest vet clinic to see if this (hopefully) is the case. Lost dog is really into a ride in the car, and I manage to find a leash in the garage, and hook her up for this, yet another adventure for her (and me). Thankfully, she is fairly well behaved and does not have any serious behavior issues. At least when she is with strangers. We get to the vet and find out that she is not chipped, so the adventure continues.

At this point, I’m thinking about making up some flyers and posting them in the area, so I return home with the canine wanderer riding shotgun. As I’m driving home, I get the thought to stop and talk to any people I see in the area where she was found. I stop at the first house, where someone is taking their trash bin back inside, and I stop to talk to him. He doesn’t recognize Shepherd? mix, and doesn’t talk to his neighbors, so I move on.

The next door neighbor is getting ready to leave her house, and I flash my lights and try to get her to stop for a second so I can talk to her. She does, and I find a possible owner for the dog with the pink collar, should I not find her original home. She doesn’t recognize the dog , but has a son who might be interested. Cool! I’m thinking “Do you think he would take
her now?”.

Okay, so now I really do have to put up fliers. It’s getting too hot to stop and talk to neighbors who don’t talk to each other, and I can’t keep her in the car forever anyway. I go back to the house, print up five flyers, grab the staple gun, and am ready to head back out.

But I suddenly have this thought to text a friend of mine from our local Church. He lives not too far away, and the thought is that maybe he would recognize this dog and be able to help. I send him lost dog’s picture with a text asking if he might know her or who her owner is.

This is where I finally see what God has been up to all along, and it is amazing! Steve, (not his real name), texts me back, and this is the literal quote: ” Pink collar? Ryka is the dog’s name, and the phone number is… “.

WHAT?! Had he been waiting for me to text him? Does Ryka get loose so often that even people half a mile away know her by name? Did she at one point have a tag on her collar, with a phone number? All these questions run through my mind, but I am very grateful for the information.

WHAT?! Had he been waiting for me to text him? Does Ryka get loose so often that even people a half mile away know her by name? Did she at one point have a tag on her collar, with a phone number? All these questions run through my mind, but I am very grateful for the information.

I call the number and have to leave a message. Probably her owner is at work, and won’t return my call until much later on. But the owner calls back within a few minutes, and explains that she was out searching for Ryka, but her “check engine” light came on, so she is now at the shop getting her car fixed. We make plans to have Ryka dropped off at her house, and all is well.

Except that I want to know what just happened. When I talked to the owner, she said she didn’t know Steve, which didn’t make any sense. So I texted Steve and asked how he knew Ryka? He says “Don’t know anything about her. :). My wife is on a community group where they have posted that Ryka had gotten out”. Oh, that’s not quite as mysterious as I had made it out to be. But it was…

If you were playing a game where you had to get a lost dog back to its owner, and these were the starting conditions:
• dog gets loose.
• dog gets picked up and dropped off somewhere else.
How would you go about it? No, really. Think about it. You don’t know where the dog lives, and you don’t know how far away it was dropped off. Oh, by the way, you have no internet access, or cell phone, or even an old-fashioned phone book.

IMPOSSIBLE!, you say. There is no way that I could ever re-unite this dog with its owner, given those conditions. Yet, that is exactly the conditions God works with every minute of every day, and he was able to re-unite Ryka with her owner in a very short amount of time, because He loves Ryka…, and because He loves you.

In the gospel of Luke, one of the themes is faith, and Jesus talks about how we have “little faith”, as in “Ye of little faith”. What I experienced yesterday was (I believe) the result of having faith in God to help me out in a difficult situation. So, not only did God provide for Ryka, in returning her to her home, He also reinforced my faith in Him.

By using the resources that He had clearly provided for me, I was able to be used for His purpose, and I give Him all the glory. The other side of this is Ryka’s owner. I have no idea whether she is saved or not, but I do know this: God loves her too. And by showing her the love that He shows each of us, I guarantee you that she is experiencing life just a little differently today, even if she doesn’t know she is.

And I think that is the whole moral of this story: Your life is affected by God every day and in many ways, whether you recognize it or not. So look for and appreciate all that He does for you, especially in the little things, and be thankful. And give the glory where the glory is due, to your Creator, to God.