Why I Can’t Say “No”

Well, I did it again.  Embroiled myself in yet another tete-a-tete with a rabid dog from the other side of the political fence.  It was online, so there was no blood.

My Sisyphean struggle to convince just one conservative that a) President Obama is not a socialist, b) socialism really isn’t a bad idea if you really like things like police departments and public schools, or c) that President Obama is actually the goddamn president of the fucking United States seems as fruitless as Tantalus.   And yet I’m drawn to it in a strangely obsessive way.

First, I admittedly enjoy these embroilments.  Why know shit if you never get to masterfully weave it, seemingly extemporaneously, into a conversation?  I went to school to learn how to do this, for Gaia’s sake.  I not only am capable of presenting a solid argument, I have a license to do so.

Second, I feel an almost spiritual calling to bring just one penitent soul to the progressive altar.   Just one confession that healthcare for every American really would be kinda’ nice.  Just a few Hail Marys offered up with an admission of capitalist guilt.  I don’t need a full conversion.  If I could even just get my brother-in-law to crack a smile at a Sarah Palin joke, I’d put up a Mission Accomplished banner on the deck of the nearest aircraft carrier and call it good.

Mostly, though, I really believe what I say, which, of course, means I’ll only ever be a political observer and not an actual politician.  The birds in the Gulf covered in oil?  My eyes well up in tears for them.  The Afghan children caught in the crossfire?  My heart just downright breaks for them.  Hearing a “friend” explain the reasons why he believes gay marriage should not be legal?  I want to place my family – my partner, our kids, our grandkids – right in front of him.  Mine, and the millions of families the world over continuing to live in the legally nonexistent primary social structure they’ve managed to artfully craft out of their own experience and ability.

So, although I really should resist the temptation to engage, sometimes I just can’t.  Sometimes lives depend on it.  So I march on.  I respond to that online thread that I know will get sticky.  I live with the residue of it on my person for the next day or two.  I take my stand.

It’s just my way.

First Amendment Follies

I’m a big fan of the First Amendment.  You know the one — freedom of speech, freedom of religion, freedom to assemble, freedom to petition the government.   The Founders were admittedly fairly intelligent gentleman, but putting all of these together . . . were they short of paper?  Guns get an amendment all their own, but the right to dance naked under a full moon in homage to the god of grapevines doesn’t seem all that closely connected to writing a letter to your senator.   (Or does it . .  . ?)

Free speech, in all of its assemblying, praying, and petitioning forms, was a stroke of genius on the part of Jefferson, Franklin, Adams, et.al.  And putting it FIRST . . . pure brilliance.

But, our freedom of speech has its limits.  We know you can’t scream “FIRE” in a crowded movie theater.  Making reference to the bomb in your shoe at Laguardia would probably not be advised either.  And for goodness’ sake, don’t threaten the life of the President unless you want Secret Service agents camping on your lawn.

Generally speaking, however, we can say whatever it is we want.  We can claim the sky is orange.  We can start a website which offers ample scientific “proof” that the world is flat.  We can advertise that we make you a bejillionaire from the comfort of your own home (for just three monthly payments of $49.99).

The problem really isn’t in what we say; the problem is that a certain number of people will actually believe us.

This is the first law of politics.  The economy needs a boost and you want to loosen the regulatory grip on the military-industrial complex?  No problem.  Just claim that an arch-enemy has weapons of mass destruction and worry about evidence later.

Always hang the (insert one: economy, war, tax burden, environment, etc.) on whoever is in office regardless of any facts which may point to someone else bearing some of the responsibility.  (Second law of politics — You must build a strong immunity to facts.)

Need a scapegoat to divert attention away from doing what you know no one will like?  Piece of cake.  Just grossly exaggerate the impact of (insert one: immigrants, gays, Muslims non-Christians, the other political party’s platform, etc.) on the Amurican way of life.

Don’t concern yourself with accuracy.  A considerable percentage of the population will believe the sky is orange if you just tell them with a smile and the Capitol steps as your backdrop.

This is the way of American politics, and I accept it as such.  It’s part of what makes the whole thing so damn interesting.  In fact, I probably wouldn’t pay attention at all if Sarah Palin was required to speak only the truth.

But, now perhaps we see the reason for jamming all those things into the First Amendment.   What is said and what is believed have such an inextricable relationship.   The preacher must have the congregants.  The politician must have the constituents.

Those constituents just need to remember the petitioning part of the Amendment.  We don’t have to believe what you say.  We can question and snarl and even mock.   We can walk away from your political altar unrepentant.

Most importantly, we can see for ourselves.  The sky is blue.

Which One Is The Elephant?

Lately there has been a debate going on in the media over who is the “de facto” leader of the Republican party.  The two people in the running are Rush Limbaugh and Michael Steele, the newly elected chairman of the Republican National Committee.   Talking heads and various other people in the know are spinning this back and forth and up and down, but I have yet to hear any of them ask the really pertinent question.

If Rush Limbaugh is even in the running, if this is enough of a contest to demand debate, if there is even the slightest possibility that he could be the guy . . . then doesn’t that tell us all we need to know about today’s Republican Party? 

In the same way that John McCain tried to walk a tightrope during his campaign by kowtowing to the ignorance that often found its way to a microphone at his town hall meetings, the Republican power brokers have to allow Limbaugh to run amok because shedding the light of truth on his ridiculous ranting would cost them a huge chunk of their base.    Michael Steele attempted it a few days ago, and today I saw the announcement that he is apologizing.   The head of the Republican Party apologized to Rush Limbaugh for calling him an “entertainer” and his talk show “incendiary.”   What’s next?  Are the Republicans going to hold a press conference to announce that the earth is flat?  The election made it clear that the Republicans are out of touch with reality.  This latest Limbaugh flap screams it from the rooftops.

Politics makes strange bedfellows, and the Republicans have chosen intercourse with Rush Limbaugh (which is a picture that should make ANYONE a Democrat).  I’m just afraid the baby they make out of that liaison will be a teeny-tiny, itsy-bitsy Republican Party.