I think it’s time to admit why there are so many bad drivers out there. I have a faulty classification system. Basically, it comes down to this: if you are not driving exactly the way I want you to drive at exactly that point in time, you are a bad driver.
Ahhhh. Confession can be so good for the soul.
I finally hooked up with my Hungarian friend for dinner last night. Somehow, we got to talking about how we hold some people up as superior to others simply because they get more air time. We look at sports figures, actors and politicians as if they are somehow, wiser and more capable than for example, the person serving our pizza. Sarah Palin is a perfect example. Nice legs – she’s on television a lot – let’s make her president.
Of course, they are just ordinary people. We are all funny, boring, honest and deceitful. We have petty jealousies and moments of unconditional love. We embrace our friends and fantasize about how our enemies need to be “darted.”
Right now, I am having this fantasy where I am Robert De Niro playing Al Capone. In this fantasy, I am walking around a table filled with politicians. They sit nervously, knowing I have a baseball bat and am going to unleash in on the first person that says something stupid.
I walk and I listen.
Obama has something to say. “I came out of my meeting with the GOP and they say they are willing to work with me.”
Not bad. I keep my bat in its holster. And I walk.
About 20 hours later, a representative from the GOP, the same group that said they would work with Obama, stands. He has something to say. “All 42 Republican senators have signed a letter to the president saying we will block all legislation until they extend the tax cuts to millionaires.”
He gets the bat. It’s not pretty, but no one else speaks up. They fear the bat.
No one wants to mention the fact that stalled legislation means no action on a Nutrition Bill for schools. No one mentions the fact that a stalled legislation means no treaty with Russia, a longtime enemy that is sitting at the table ready to make peace. No one is mentioning the $750 billion dollar price tag of giving the rich a tax break. No one wants to stand up and say “We need to extend unemployment or 2 million people will have no food.” As for national debt discussion – no one wants to talk about how to eat that elephant.
They don’t talk because they all fear the bat.
The GOP fears it because they know who they are; and they know I know it. The Democrats fear the bat because it’s in their nature to be fearful. This is what we get for electing eunuchs.
I want out of this fantasy.
I understand that this is a problem with my classification system. I know that bad politicians are only people that aren’t thinking the exact way I want them to think at that exact point in time. I know this and yet…I carry a bat and circle the room.
This can be very distracting when there is a world to be saved.
Up, up and away…
