Sharon September 28th, 2012
ay it, sister!
O rancid sector of the far left, please stop your grousing! Compared to you, Eeyore sounds like a Teletubby. If I gave you a pony, you would not only be furious that not everyone has a pony, but you would pick on the pony for not being radical enough until it wept big, sad, hot pony tears. Because what we’re talking about here is not an analysis, a strategy, or a cosmology, but an attitude, and one that is poisoning us. Not just me, but you, us, and our possibilities.
Read the whole thing, and read it now. Then go back and read it a couple of more time. More:
I don’t love electoral politics, particularly the national variety. I generally find such elections depressing and look for real hope to the people-powered movements around the globe and subtler social and imaginative shifts toward more compassion and more creativity. Still, every four years we are asked if we want to have our foot trod upon or sawed off at the ankle without anesthetic. The usual reply on the left is that there’s no difference between the two experiences and they prefer that Che Guevara give them a spa pedicure. Now, the Che pedicure is not actually one of the available options, though surely in heaven we will all have our toenails painted camo green by El Jefe.
I don’t mean to be rude, or anything, but I’m with her here. Am I disappointed in President Obama? Umm…of course. Would I have been disappointed in anyone that actually got elected? Umm…of course. Does that mean he’s not a hell of a lot better than George W. Bush by my lights? Yes. It amazes me how fast people forget that the lesser of two evils is actually usefully LESSER.
Ultimately, I don’t hold out a ton of hope for national politics, but I will say this – I think that there are a lot of things that national politics could do to make the quality of people’s life in an era of decline a lot better. Taking care of people is better than not taking care of people. Making sure they have food is better than not. And when we have better, it is worth saying so – while we still keep our eyes on the ball of what sucks.
Say it, Rebecca!