Some New And Old Political Shinola

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I enjoy politics because I enjoy process and policy. Governance. While there is truth in the now tried, true and, trite cliché: politics is showbiz for ugly people, but what’s really unattractive about politics is the ideological tribal mask one must wear to climb the totem of the multimedia mediated State.

At one point in my lifetime there were progressive Republicans, conservative Democrats, and numerous species of the two party system that split the damn difference in deference to the political  issue at hand.

Let me muddle something for ya. Trump and many of his supporters are revanchist. And many in the so-called progressive resistance, they are actually the new conservatives. What both sides seem to lack is an appreciation of the republican process. An understanding of the rules. Which is why personality politics is trumping regular order legislative action, and why the executive branch often courts and sparks a cult.

That’s all I got today. Excepting some old stuff reposted.

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MY MISSION STATEMENT 1996

We believe it necessary, proper and immensely satisfying to dog politicians. It’s important to howl at their hypocrisy, raise a leg against their pomposity, and bark insistently if you feel they have infringed upon your turf.

Yet, in doing so, why resort to the methods of the mongrel? Why not measure your quarry with an eye to allowing others to glimpse what has been made clear to you: that you have considered your subject from multiple points of view and that you call into question your opponent’s angle because you’ve come to appreciate where your adversary stands.

That you do so with faith in our system, a respect for those who choose public participation, and a modicum of manners when circumstance calls for a disagreement.
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Moral Ground Round 

(by me during that wonderful 2000 general election cluster
f%ck) And right before SCOTUS broke my heart. The coming election (2004) could be even more of a problem.

It’s not the shade of difference in the vote tally that colors the views of the partisans, both see red with good reason. It’s the hue and cry of “moral high ground” that now tinges this dispute with danger and frightens me.

Don’t be foolish. There is no moral high ground in American politics. There never has been, there never will be.

Parties are people, and politics is propaganda. Sure they gin up the base with race baiting, or what would Jesus do, but they’re no disciples, they’re dissemblers. Any answer alchemists.

Come on, a political party will change positions quicker than a sailor on leave.

Parties are about power, not principle, and it’s delusion to think otherwise.

Florida should free you of any notion that elections are noble. It’s only a necessary first step in the democratic republican process. A process designed by practical men, of worldly understandings and political propagandists of the first order.

Men so suspect of governance by righteous indignation, the divine right, they designed a system that trumps any temporal high ground with a temple of practical political provenance. We are a nation of laws, not men.

Our founders tried to make clear that governance is a motley undertaking, a real world tapestry, best measured by a previous blue print. An outline agreed upon in cool understanding, not in the heat of contest. When disputes arise in the abstract, the courts fill in the blanks. That’s our history, not the dictates of heaven.

Both political parties and their apologists have, by actions and outcry, moved this recount process dangerously close to a quicksand of contempt for the concept of the rule of law. They have attempted to sink the very institutions which constitutionally make those determinations.

We have moved from political shadings of events to lies in black and white and bold. Each party is so insistent on the righteousness of their cause and the higher ground they occupy that any deviation from their divined observations allow total demonizing of any and all that disagree.

We are close to painting our nation into a political corner. A coloring book commitment to party and it’s personalities is no longer enough. We are now asked to pledge a da Vinci-like commitment to the art of acquiring power, and  swear to torch the canvas if we fail.

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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