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Thursday, November 15, 2012

Compromising Victory


I’ve held off on this post for over a week.  Not because I was too busy celebrating over the major sweeps Democrats made…though I was celebrating.  Repeatedly, with no sign of a diminishing enthusiasm.  My team won, cleaned up in almost every section of the state, and won the presidential election with room to spare.  Fantastic…now go lead.
After looking at this election, my thought is simple: what’s really changed?  We have a senate minority leader who still thinks he’s in the majority, a House of Representatives that is still in lock step amongst party lines, and neither part of congress can seem to agree on what’s going to be done about anything.  A week has gone by, and I can visualize two-hundred-plus weeks in the future of the population asking why are we paying taxes?  For the honor of hearing a hundred senators say something must be done and then sit there?  Have a president demand reforms the populace agrees with, but will never pass because they don’t poll well enough nationwide?
We are a country divided.  First off on that note, good.  Differing opinions rock, that’s how policies are refined.  If we can have two positions on an issue, I’m sure we could find a third.  But we are not looking at differing policies, but two mountains staring at each other across a valley.  They won’t move any which way, just stands as the wind blows by, confident of their own self-importance.  Meanwhile the world goes on.
We are facing huge and immediate dangers in this country.  Foremost is the fiscal cliff, President Bush’s tax cuts are set to expire at the end of this calendar year.  Suddenly everyone will turn around and notice that their money isn’t theirs anymore, but it’s with a government that has no clue about what to spend this new money on.  President Obama is demanding that people making over a quarter of a million dollars a year should pay more taxes.  Congressional Republicans claim the president has not given congress a viable plan.  Rock, hard place, and the American people are caught right in the middle.
This isn’t a simple decision.  Is there a need for more taxes on the extremely wealthy?  Yes, if only so we can start balancing a budget, get our country back where it belongs, and start removing the national debt from our minds.  But at the same time, there are entitlements that need to be removed, reformed and restructured.  So both sides are right, and both sides are wrong.  How this economic decision is made isn’t the simple decision.  But making that decision, actually committing to doing something other than complain that nothing is being done, that is quite simple.  Politicians weren’t elected just so they could be on TV twenty-four seven and have a cool letterhead.  They are expected to make actual decisions.
We have a fantastic government, capable of extraordinary things.  But first it needs to stop screaming at itself.
Stay strange.
“Democracy is the worst form of government…except for all those others that have been tried.”
-          Winston Churchill

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Diary of an Unemployed Wanderer, Part 10


Three weeks.
I’ve been gone for three weeks.  I haven’t touched a computer for three weeks.  Holy…something.  If anyone is keeping up with this thing…sorry.  I’ve been busy.  Doing what?  Being alive.
I never realized how hard that statement really is.  Society never really takes into account all the things we do for ourselves.  The things we do not for anything more than it’s right.  Things like food.  Water…flu shots…yes, I’ve been out for three weeks with the flu.
I caught it in the middle of October, and thought I’d be out for a couple days.  Have a nice story about how interesting it is to actually have the flu.  And then I realized that I was roughing it along the Mississippi river.  In Iowa.  In October.  The stupid award goes to me, I know.
But enough about illnesses.  I’m back, and showered, and I’m finally feeling better.  And still unemployed.  No, the ID thing has been on hold.  I realized that a flu-stricken English teacher was not exactly the best resume to hand in.  So now I’m here, raring to go.
And unemployed.  And running out of illegal money.
I need to do something…

Thursday, November 1, 2012

How do we Break the Roles we've chosen?


Why does a drop of water follow the riverbed?  Because that is all it has ever known, all it will ever know.  It will follow that riverbed clear to the ocean, until it is swallowed up by the sky and sent down to begin its life again.  And we are all drops of water in riverbeds of our choosing.
Careers.  Relationships.  Personal hobbies, interests, even sports teams are all roles that we have chosen to fulfill in our lives.  To become part of something greater, we define ourselves as part of a group, rather than as an individual.  To do so grants each and every one of us power, the power of the majority, of belonging.  And deprives us all of choice.  And what is more important: the power to follow, or the choice of nothing?
We all must make our decisions of whether or not to be a part of society, of society’s rules.  Follow them and you have untold opportunities in the field of your ability and stomach for boredom.  Break these rules and you will be cast out, free in your insanity and ramblings against the status quo.
Society only works if we understand how to best facilitate it.  But our individualism demands that we don't simply settle into a role.  While I personally love to be known as an individual, I also love to help everybody, and sometimes I must set aside my differences in deference to order.
I am rambling.  What is the point of this diatribe, to challenge what is?  No, simply to reveal what we know to be true.  There are roles that we all fill, and we must understand what they are if we are to overcome them.  To overcome, not to break away from or distance ourselves.  If we understand our roles in society, we can fulfill our self-imposed destinies and in doing so fulfill our greatest dreams.
Why does a drop of water follow the riverbed?  What would it do if it tried to leave?  And what would happen if it had help?
The ramblings of a radical citizen.