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‘It has nothing to do with political affiliation,’ I told
him. ‘I simply don’t like the guy.’
Some time before this another friend of mine took a picture
of himself in front of a Welcome To
Texas sign; I told him it was a nice shot except for George W. Bush’s name
at the bottom. My friend called me a stupid bleeding heart liberal with a mental
disease of some imagined sort.
Well-thought-out response, except for the fact that I am a
registered Republican.
So why then would I maintain that Gee-Dub was arrogant and
stupid? And why do I believe we should invest in new energies instead of
forfeiting the beauty of our land for a few months’ worth of oil we wouldn’t be
able to avail ourselves of for fifteen years if we went at it tomorrow? Why do
I think allowing Wall Street to dictate government policy is just another
symptom of the growing financial cancer in our country’s economic well-being?
These aren’t the kinds of things a good little Republican should be thinking,
or at least admitting to anyone outside our little secret society meetings. Meanwhile
my stances on prayer in school and abortion make me a Bible-thumping fanatic
trying to ram religion down the public’s throat and an evil right-winger bent
on destroying a woman’s right to health care and oh you know what I bet he hates
homosexuals too.
I’m a Yankees fan. So how in the world can I say I don’t
like Alex Rodriguez? It’s just not logical. I’m saddened and sickened by the actions in Okinawa, Japan of two of our servicemen. Surely that must mean I would like
to see the entire military dismantled and imprisoned. I should applaud every
effort of my son’s soccer team no matter how dismal or unsportsmanlike while
keeping up a healthy invective directed at the other side regardless of their
play. It only makes common sense to show consistent wholesale support for my
people, right? I mean, what kind of message would I be sending if I actually
let slip that I thought the other coach had some pretty good ideas? My son’s
coach is a stand-up guy, so what if he’s pocketing a little bit of league
funds, it’s not his fault he’s addicted to painkillers and besides I heard the other
coach might have cheated on his wife.
A negative comment about old Gee-Dubya leads straight to ‘Well
Obama this and Obama that and don’t forget about what old Willy Clinton did!’ I
can’t say that Sarah Palin is a twit (she is by the way) without some garbled
response involving or Joe McGinniss or Nancy Pelosi – a dim bulb in her own right though this has
nothing to do with Sarah Palin’s Idiocy Quotient.
I didn’t say so to my friend that night, not even after a
few beers, but what he said represents a fundamental problem in American
political discourse. And I don’t mean among our politicians. I mean among us. An opinion on one individual or issue or event places a person in a certain camp where he or she is then presumed to have a politically unilateral stance on every other issue. It happens all the time. It happens with people's shoes. And we are all placed in neat little cubby holes with names and labels, and we can thus kid ourselves into believing we understand each other without the bother of having to think.
I look forward to the day when political conversation is a product
of independent thought rather than blind red-blue fervor. A day when arguments
about politicians and policy is a matter of who is better rather than who is
worse. So when I rip into Rick Rubio someday the response won’t be ‘Oh, you’re a democrat’
(which brings nothing to the conversation except a false premise), but rather
something along the lines of ‘I agree/disagree and here’s why.’
NOTE: I use the soccer
coach idea strictly as an example. My son’s actual soccer coach is a great guy
and I have no knowledge or suspicions of him being an embezzler, an addict or a
philanderer. – kk
AND: While George W.
Bush has given us a multitude of unforgettable quotes, my favorite is the answer
he gave to a so-called journalist who asked him what he thought about the Janet
Jackson / Justin Timberlake / wardrobe malfunction fiasco during the Super Bowl
XXXVIII halftime show. ‘I don’t know, I didn’t see it,’ he said. ‘We’re busy
around the White House, we go to bed early and wake up early.’ I paraphrase, but
that was the basic idea. And for one brief moment I liked the guy. -- kk
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