One Foot in the Grave

I’ve been fairly outspoken about politics since I was old enough to care about them (circa 1989, when I discovered R.E.M. and was finally old enough to understand what U2′s “Sunday Bloody Sunday” was about), but I’ve never really much cared about elections, including the one for president.  Maybe it’s because I was pretty cynical from a young age, but I’ve never really felt like the outcome mattered much.  Politicians on the national stage are, by and large, fairly interchangeable down party lines.  The Republicans are mean and shallow and materialistic and beholden to Big Business.  The Democrats are wishy-washy and shallow and materialistic and beholden to Big Business.  To paraphrase George Carlin, the same shit gets shoveled around every four years; the person holding the shovel is largely irrelevant.

George W. Bush sort of changed all that.  For the first time I saw how one person actually could make a huge difference, not just in the national discourse, but in the laws that shape our society.  As a result, I went all-in for Obama in 2008 and, while I don’t regret it, I’m sort of back to my apathetic self as the 2012 election rolls around.  I will likely vote for Obama again (unless Romney suddenly wakes up one morning and starts pushing for a single-payer health care system at the national level, an instant cessation to oil drilling, and an executive order that all Wall Street bankers have to queue up so the American people can collectively kick them in the nads), but I will do so with little enthusiasm.  His education policy is a disgrace – at once repudiating and doubling down on No Child Left Behind – and there’s no question that the big banks have too much influence on his economic policies.

But I’ll vote for him precisely because of what I’ve seen in the unending series of GOP debates.  The 2012 presidential election is shaping up to be both the most entertaining and the most potentially catastrophic in my lifetime.  It’s sort of shocking to me that any of the current GOP field (except for Romney, who’s as close to a Stepford Candidate as any I’ve ever seen) is being taken seriously by anyone minus the most terminally out to lunch.  Gingrich is a delusional megalomaniac; Bachmann is a religious weirdo who actually makes Sarah Palin seem intelligent; Santorum is so socially conservative he’ll probably ban double beds; Perry (as we’ve seen amply over the last week) is Dubya Revisited – a down-home shitkicker who seems like a swell dude but who can’t string together two coherent thoughts to save his life; and Cain is an ignorant huckster who thinks a memorable catchphrase qualifies him for the job.  I haven’t forgotten about Huntsman or Paul. Huntsman is clearly  the most intelligent candidate in the mix, but that means exactly two Republicans will vote for him, and while I like some of what Paul has to say, the selfishness inherent in libertarianism is something I could never fully get on board with.

I think we all know that Romney will get the nomination, but in this country’s weird political climate I’m not about to rule out anything.  And that’s why – as much as I’ll be gritting my teeth – Obama has to get my vote.  Putting any of these Republican jokers in the White House would be a disaster.  Say goodbye to economic regulations designed to look after the consumer, and say hello to tax policy that will favor the wealthy over the working-class.  And that flawed but well-intentioned health care plan that attempts to equalize access for everyone?  That’ll be out the window in favor of something that resembles those scenes in Civil War movies where the poor folks have to take a swig of whiskey, bite a stick, and try not to black out.

What worries me most about the GOP field is this: I’m not politically savvy, and there’s a hell of a lot I don’t know about economics, foreign policy, or the inner workings of our government, but I get the feeling I could hold my own with any of the current Republican candidates in a debate, and there are a few I could run rings around.  That’s not right.  As a country, whatever our political party is, we should be nominating someone who’s a viable option for doing the job well.  Right now the Republicans have the unenviable task of nominating someone who just isn’t Obama.  And with this field, if Obama loses, we’re all in trouble.

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Current listening:

Spotlight Kid – Disaster Tourist (2011)

Town Called Malice

Just a quick addendum to last night’s post.  Now that Rick Perry has gotten piled on by other conservatives criticizing him for reviving the birther issue (which, by the way, shouldn’t be read as any sort of reflection of their good nature, or as an appeal to common sense; it’s political expedience, pure and simple), he laughs it off and claims he brought it up because “it’s fun to poke at” Obama.

Har har.  If there’s one thing this country needs, it’s a secessionist redneck who gets his jollies by making thinly-veiled racist jokes all in the name of harmless frat-boy frivolity.

This is precisely what happens when a candidate for the highest office in the land owns a ranch named Niggerhead.

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Current listening:

The Monkees – The Birds, the Bees & The Monkees (1968)

New Age Nightmares

In the few days since I got this site up and running again, I’ve wrestled with whether or not I was really going to talk politics.  It’s something I’ve done a lot in the past, but the truth is that there a lot of people out there saying all the things I want to say and saying them better than I ever could.  I’m not Matt Taibbi, or even Bill Maher.  But if we’re going to buy into the notion that writing is therapeutic (which it is), I think I’m occasionally going to have to descend into the muck.

A quick backstory to contextualize why I’m leading with a photo of Rick Perry and his enormous, not at all phallic or compensatory, gun:

To my parents’ credit, when it came to politics and religion I wasn’t raised as much of anything.  Mom and Dad were both religious (at one point when he was young Dad considered entering the priesthood), and I have vague memories of attending a Methodist church.  But I think the stress of teaching all week and raising two sons made it less and less appealing to wake up early on Sunday, get gussied up, haul the two complaining children to church, and make them sit still and be quiet for an hour or more when they’d both rather be outside playing.  So for most of my childhood church was a non-issue.  We didn’t go, and I wasn’t  guided in any particular theological direction.  I remember being scolded once for saying, “Jesus Christ!” when I missed a foul shot playing hoops with Dad, but that’s as far as it went.  I think this as much as anything shaped my current apathy about religion.  As I often say, it’s not that I believe or don’t believe in a higher power; it’s that I just don’t care.

It’s sort of a similar story with politics.  My parents had been raised Republican by strict Republican parents, but they didn’t really pass this on to my brother and me (who are both currently somewhere to the left of Dennis Kucinich).  As with religion, the most overt message about politics I got from my parents is hardly worth mentioning.  I remember complaining about my favorite show (probably The A-Team or Three’s Company) being preempted by a televised address from then-president Ronald Reagan.  ”Oh, he’s not such a bad guy,” my dad, master of the understatement, said.  And that’s as much as I got in the way of right-wing indoctrination.

Even so, I briefly flirted with Republicanism in high school.  I laugh now that I think about it because it’s the only time I ever caved to peer pressure.  So here it is, my deep, dark secret: I was in a high school show choir.  The scars are so deep I will never watch Glee (which is a story for another time).  Anyway, there were a couple older guys in the choir whom I looked up to, and they were die-hard Republicans – odd, I know, given the choir’s penchant for dancing, show tunes, and latent homosexuality.  This was the fall of 1988, so, to try and fit in with their more sophisticated clique, I started wearing Bush/Quayle buttons and festooning my locker with Bush/Quayle posters.  This lasted just long enough for me to start listening to U2 and R.E.M. and to start reading Kurt Vonnegut and Harlan Ellison.  My dalliance with the GOP was as deep as a first-degree burn, and, in my defense, it happened around the same time that I took to wearing blue jeans and penny loafers.  Both choices were extremely unfortunate phases that are better forgotten.

But because I’ve always tried to maintain an open mind, I’ve said I’d be willing to vote for a Republican if he or she seemed best suited to a particular office.  And this brings us to the present, because with the current state of the GOP, this isn’t an ethical dilemma I’ll likely face any time soon.

First, Rick Perry.

This isn’t a guy I’d ever vote for, what with his threats of secession, his apparent hard-on for execution, and his recent Jesuspalooza, where thousands of Republican faithful raised their voices in prayer like a kind of giant penitent antenna.  But something he recently said illustrates just how far the GOP has tumbled down the rabbit hole marked “Batshit Crazy.”  In a recent interview in Parade – and, yeah, I know it’s a totally whitebread, middle of the road Sunday supplement – Perry as much as admitted that he’s still not sold on the veracity of Obama’s birth certificate.

Birthers?  Still?  It was embarrassing enough before the President released his birth certificate, but for anyone with serious aspirations to the presidency to still cling to the idea that Obama is a super-secret Muslim anchor baby is absolute insanity.  Perry’s star has definitely been tarnished by his recent debate performances, but I’m sure he still has a devoted base.  To put it simply, anyone out there still thinking about voting for this buffoon is Exhibit A in Why the GOP Can No Longer Be Taken Seriously.

But here’s Exhibit B.  Actually, it’s a second Exhibit A, this time titled Evidence That Republicans Have No Heart.

This kind of thing shouldn’t surprise me anymore, especially coming from Fox News.  And I really shouldn’t have to point out all the regressive, 1950′s-era attitudes espoused by the Fox anchors (A husband being left at home to take care of the kids?  The horror!).  It’s mainly the outright derision that infuriates me.  We all know that Fox News is only a pretend “fair and balanced” news outlet, but even so.  The Republicans like to scream about that awful left-wing media conspiracy, but find me something – anything – on a mainstream news outlet that rivals the scorn and outright contempt the Fox anchors show for the Occupy Wall Street movement.

But this kind of thing is now all over the place, not just at Fox.  We hear it in Herman Cain’s restated belief that if you’re out of work you have no one to blame but yourself.  We hear it in the debate audiences who applaud Perry’s execution record and Ron Paul’s statement that a person without health insurance should be left to die.  We hear it in the voice of the new 53% movement, bragging about how they’re holding down three jobs and you don’t hear them complaining, so shut up about it – as though it’s the American dream to work your fingers to the bone and barely scrape by.  There’s a callousness, a selfishness, to the current Republican party.  Maybe it was always there.  I haven’t paid close enough attention to know.

But I’m paying attention now, and what I hear and read on a daily basis truly terrifies me.  It’s shocking that anyone with a heart could subscribe to this belief system, especially when so many of them profess to be Christians.  It’s certainly a different conception of Christianity than the one I’ve always heard about – you know, the one that emphasizes love and compassion.  In these two examples we see – for me, anyway – everything that’s currently wrong with the GOP.  An inability to accept reality, a desire to pander to the lowest common denominator, and a heartlessness that borders on the pathological.

I keep hearing that there are still some moderate Republicans out there.  I sure as hell wish they’d speak up in enough time to save their party.

As an Easter egg (and you can call this delicious exhibit whatever you want), here’s Herman Cain’s new campaign ad. It’s a thing of beauty, especially once you get to the :40 mark and all hell breaks loose.

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Current listening:

Jane’s Addiction – Self-titled (1987)