he was infected in his youth
his father his pedagogue
he an inveterate political unrepentant junkie
whod
crawl on his belly in the mud an riot of a ruined greenhouse(he ruined) to find
the pint bottle of spirit he hid so he would not to be found out
closeted gays had his sympathies
politics incensed him
Americas recent politics hobbled disfigured dystopic drove him nuts
they had grown worse over time
he could recall the tenor
of things as he helped his father canvass the precinct his father was the Republican
precinct captain for
he sat in livingroom of his
house off to one side listening to and observing local and state
representatives and once the senator from
Illinois as they discussed and vied what
their agendas were and strategies
the men were ardent purposeful congenial
but that was Then (and possibly coloured
tinged by the aerugo or patina of his memory)
and this was Now
those men
who he didnt usually agree with
were nevertheless earnest
they wanted to get things done solve the problems they were elected employed
to take on
they were reasonable
they responded to facts and were
forward-looking
they didnt bother looking over
their shoulders for back-stabbers
they werent placeholders or
anyones lackey
their elections were made or lost
by what they achieved while in office
not by hyperbole rhetoric or promises
without substance
recent batches -- chemical
whiffs of Men or Women -- eroded as they took their oath of office
he was just on their other side
Now
older than to be their contemporary
these induced(derepressed) politicians
lacked spine
lacked courage
they could never be who Bobby
Kennedy referenced to when he said:
Some men see things as they are and say
why.
I dream things that never were and say why not.
quoting George Bernard
Shaw
it Isnt in them
they are churlish tribal and not fettered to the Common Cause unless it proved beneficial to them self-serving
It wasnt the politics he was raised
with or warred with precise words
these men and women were constant
reminders why he never sought to belong to any group or fraternity
they were cultist
he recently heard them described
by a pundit(another kind of parasite unfortunately) who cozied up with
candidates(for access) to write what they said and didnt exercise their Fourth
Estate skeptically or vigorously
the pundit referred to the two warring
dimensions of their politics: *
Identity vs Ideology
and as he heard him recite “dimension” his mind always on the alert to slip
away into parts unknown by the spoken word incited him to entertain
dimension as dementia
it wasnt unique or great leap at all
checking his dictionary it advised
him their phonetics were indistinguishable:
dimension [dih-men-shuh] and
dementia [dih-men-shuh]
scope and importance vs severe
impairment or loss of intellectual capacity and personality integration
throw that in the washing machine
with the whites of Identity and Ideology and one or the other or both are
coming out stained
Day-between-Two-Ts evening, 20 1.
16
0032, Saturday,
23 1. 16
