Political Discourse Or Dat Course, Of Course... Or, Ron Paul And Vaginas...
Political discourse is a strange music that never seems to please the ears. There are too many chalk board scratchers and those who drum and drone and prattle on and on…
Discourse argues against that course.
Plagiarism is a rampant utility.
“Facts” beco
me neofacts, or psuedofacts, or artifacts before the last note is ever hit and the fat lady heads back to choke down another sandwich.
It is all a jumble of “can’t get it quite rights” and uncivil arguments about civil unions and civil rights, and for those who take it seriously, it almost seems to be about the right to a life or the life that the one who argues perceives as the right life for us all…
Ooooooh...
It hurts my head sometimes.
Nevertheless, I’ve always followed politics with one earnest ear paying attention. From like, the second grade onward. I mean that. I followed the Nixon scandal as a kid. “I am not a crook…” No… but you look like you haven’t taken a shit in a week…
Vietnam. The Iran hostage crises. Oliver North. The first Gulf War. The blue dress…
Like a rather disorganized parade, I’ve watched the Federal Government and all of its dramas and clanking cymbals and silly swings of silly governing with a beer in one hand, my ass in a folding chair, and sunscreen on my nose.
Whooot! Check out that clown…
And now. The Federal political season is on us again, and here I am, beer in hand, feet up where they don’t belong (according to Pops) and that same exasperated and amused look on my face.
The Democratic debates… Oh lord.
“Ask not what you can do for yourself, ask, what I can do for you!”
“I have a plan.”
“I have a program.”
“I have an idea…”
The Republican debates… Oh my!
“I can protect you from the evil ones if you just give up many of your freedoms, your liberty, and so on and so forth…”
“We should nuke ‘em before they attack us.”
“I was there on 9-11...”
“Islamic Extremism…yaddy yaddy… 9-11... I was there… I can protect you from evil if you’ll just sign these papers and fill out these forms and give up what you used to regard as private…”
The parade, this year, is as full of nose-picking-pasty-boys-playing-tubas as ever…
This year, they let a girl play and also a darky and one of them Mexicans…
It’s still a parade.
It still clanks and clunks and whistles by, all of those horns sounding too far away and all of the streets filling with their garbage and all of us sitting on the sidewalks not participating much, just watching and cheering and jeering and finding ourselves further and further removed from the centerline…
I wonder how many people who read AELEOPE feel that they are part of this parade? How many feel like they resonate with this parade? When “We The People” is spoken in aging cigar shops, do you know of what they are referring? Do you feel like one of the We? When you sign over 30% of your income to cover the cost of this parade, do you think you are getting your money’s worth?
I sure as hell don’t.
I vote to take the toys away from these people, and give them back to people I know. People who live in my neighborhood. Who know the lay of the land where I live. Who can amuse me as they parade by, wave at me and smile at me and know what it is I am shouting at them.
I say it is time to take back the power from the Federal Government and give it back to local governments. City. County. State…
Google Ron Paul. Listen to what this old and humble man is trying to tell you.
Don’t vote for the clowns anymore. Vote for the guy pushing the broom at the back.
Spread the word.
Ron Paul. Because no matter what you believe, the argument should be a local one and the parade should travel down streets you are familiar with because you travel them in your daily life.
7 comments:
Dude. You nailed it.
you're probably right, but I don't live in America and am used to the possibly more parochial world of British politics. And fairly thankful for it, too! Then again I am due to go to Lebanon again in a couple of weeks, where a president has still not been selected on the grounds that this may start a fight...More colourful perhaps, but I'd prefer not to be involved.
Hi carol!
I am betting that the English will find a similar thing happening as the EU takes on more and more power...
Where once you could stand outside the doors of parliment and gesticulate and shout, soon you will be unable, as the power has all been centralized far from the maddening crowd...
On a different wavelength all together, you might enjoy this--
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8eAVSHjeiyc
Much thanks for the food for thought.
I bribed the guards, threw steak to the dogs, cut the wires on the electric fence and got IN! HA!
Did I mention I'm part of local government? I'm participating.
I grew totally disenchanted by the British political system, and I did try, I tried very hard to have a voice. It was pissing in the wind. It's too big, and I was too small.
Moving to the island here, with our own goverment, has been a revelation. It's small (pop. 70,000). We all have a voice, we all know our representatives, hell, they're happy to pop round for a cup of tea if you want to talk to them about anything that's trobling you. This is what I truly call democracy at it's best.
You know, I am starting to look at Ron Paul very seriously. The man makes more sense to me than anybody else out there. I even signed up at his website. But, it does get tedious listening to the yada-yada all over again.
It still surprises me how many people around here at least think we would have been blown up by now if Bush had decided to invade Iraq. I think they've forgotten why we even went there in the first place, and it wasn't to look for terrorists.
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