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Billmon: Really Proud
Maybe the old lie that anyone can grow up to be president is still just that — an old lie. But now we know that any child (man child at least) can grow up and become the presidential candidate of one of the country’s two main political parties — because the Democrats just proved it. (And eight years from now, I hope the party extends that same promise to every child, not just to those of us who are gender-challenged.)
But, one giant step at a time. Some months back Michelle Obama reportedly said that for the first time in her life, she was really proud of her country. I don’t know if she actually said that, or if she did what she meant by it — personally, I think anyone who is really proud of a country (any country) should be in a psych ward, not the White House.
I guess I can understand the emotion, though. Because for the first time I can remember — or at least since the House Judiciary Committee voted to impeach Richard Nixon — I’m really, really proud to be a Democrat. Billmon: Really Proud
— Note to new readers at Moon of Alabama. You may wonder why we have threads on Billmon posts here. The MoA About page explains the relation.
Yeah, my neighbor is gushing on about Phelps and gold medals and America. Mostly because this neighbor has a son on the local high school swim team, so it means his son is a Phelps, too. Or the next Phelps. He’s all wet, anyway. This neighbor is real proud of America because of Phelps. Got a lump in his throat, he does.
Phelps has spent most of a short lifetime training like a mad dog. Long time, laboring away in chlorinated pools. All that time, this neighbor with the fresh lump in his throat could not have told you who or what a Phelps is. Couldn’t have told you a scant three weeks ago. Now, it’s all he talks about.
Pride in things you had nothing to do with is like taking pride in each frame of those Viewmaster picture wheels kids play with. As soon as one reason for being proud gets old, you just roll another one in front of your eyes, and there’s that old lump in the throat all over again.
Politicians count on this kind of limbic response. The nature of political movements and parties is that they do just this, they operate on the basis of lumps in the throat. That’s how you get the vote out of the unwashed multitudes. Of course, every political group has its lumps to sell, in every language, in every country. And it works, everywhere.
Here among the fifty States we’ve got Mom, apple pie, the flag, God in Heaven, little green apples, the rockets’ red glare, pickup trucks, the Phelps, cowboys, martial music, white picket fences, steeples, John Wayne, Ronnie Reagan, the Obama, Abe Lincoln, and on and on, and it all amounts to martial music and fairy tales about a better tomorrow.
It works because it is the nature of human beings to live there. It’s dreary and scary and boring to live here, right now. So much nicer over there, in a better tomorrow. So we all like to live there. Seriously. Human beings live in stories about themselves, in dreams and plans about themselves and the world they have in mind. Tomorrow is our favorite place, and we spend practically every waking moment there.
Any human being who lives right here, right now, is a cynic, and if you hadn’t noticed it before, that word is a dismissal. It is a genuine four letter word, despite the extra digit. Any human being who has learned through bitter experience and hard living that lumps in the throat only spell trouble is no longer qualified to partake in the conversation about how shiny tomorrow is. Out with them.
America’s tomorrow is not shiny. America’s tomorrow will actually be the result of actions taken by ourselves and our representatives to date. What has been going on in America for lo, these many years is the most shameless treason, porcine looting, warmongering, and official misconduct that it is possible to imagine. That kind of thing does not bring shiny tomorrows. It bring poverty, ignorance, greed, war, and brutal death and division.
The nation has been trashed, misled, looted, screwed blue and tattooed, sold down the river, and will soon reach a state of economic division rivaling the feudal estates of medieval Europe.
Anyone with a lump in their throat about America is not here. They are out singing under the linden tree.
Posted by: Antifa | Aug 28 2008 18:08 utc | 39
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