The audacity of dopes
One of the things that continually astonishes me is the chutzpah of some of the so-called conservatives in this country. I mean, they sat there like complete morons waving their little flags for eight years while Dick Cheney and his meat puppet Jorge Arbusto drove this country into a metaphorical ditch, and as soon as they lost the White House almost two years ago, the right wing started in with all this business about how Barack Obama and the Democratic Party ruined the economy and turned the United States from a constitutional republic into some kind of socialist nightmare where old folks are pried forcefully from their Buicks in Walmart parking lots, their voting records are examined to filter out those few elderly liberals who aren’t driving Volvos, and then the Republican oldsters are shunted off to death camps in Barry Hussein-O’s gulag.
Ahem. I won’t comment on the irony of flag-waving so-called patriots operating out of the Joe Stalin playbook. The wimpy liberal in me says, oui, I understand that people are stressed and angry and feel all discombobulated about the way things are going, and it’s easy to point fingers when Rupert Murdoch and Roger Ailes and Bill O’Reilly and Sean Hannity and Sarah Palin and Glenn Beck and the rest of the cheerleaders of the flying-monkey contingent of the right wing are pointing fingers. But then the part of me that has had enough of this nonsense wants to tell anyone who offers these feeble clowntime excuses for an argument that their inflammatory Foxaganda doesn’t pass the smell test. As in: “You clowns had eight years in the White House to stack the deck they way you like it, and now there’s a different crew running things, so please go to the back of the room now, sit down, STFU and let the adults fix the mess you idiots made when Dicksferatu Cheney and Jethro Mussolini were calling the shots.”
This entire business makes me a sad panda, though. I really don’t want things to be so polarized, and I have more than a few friends who profess conservative Republican politics, and I respect them for their positions, even if we have a “we’ll just agree that we disagree” stance on discussing the issues. Yeah, I know, it sounds crazy, but it really pains me that I can’t talk politics anymore with people who watch a lot of Murdoch media programming, because I really get sick and tired of being called a goddamn communist by people who don’t have the open-mindedness or patience to sit down with me and have a reasonable discussion about what’s going on in our city, or state, or country, or the world. And this makes me deeply sad.
Because I really think we can learn from each other. I don’t think politics has to be a dirty word. I think that business and government people can collaborate on finding solutions to what appears to be overwhelming problems. I think that strength springs from diversity much better than it can arise from closed systems, and that maybe some kind of swarmintel solution will materialize that we’re just not seeing right now, in kind of the way an ant colony that is much smarter than any of the little ants running around spraying pheromones on the ground to mark the path. And I don’t want government apparatchiks running everything any more than I want to see government drowned in Grover Norquist’s proverbial Dupont Circle bathtub so that the brothers Koch and the rest of the GOP rogues gallery of robber barons can rape and pillage whatever they haven’t gotten round to raping and pillaging yet.
So that’s what I’m thinking this Sunday night. Maybe I should go watch a baseball game. —Jackson Griffith