I apologize in advance for this momentary lapse of reason.
Okay, I admit it, I’m a Centrist. Well, probably a bit Centrist on social issues, mixed with truly uncomfortable feelings about abortion, and pretty Hawkish. Sometimes I just wish I could be an Ideologue. You see the problem with being a Centrist is that you think you know where you are going then you get sideswiped by the loony Left or the rabid Right. It gets pretty zany in this expressway of thought and ideas and sometimes you just have to be what you are. The other problem with being a Centrist is that it can often be mistaken, or cause indifference. Dante wrote, “The hottest places in Hell are reserved for those who in time of moral crisis preserve their neutrality.”
So, I confess, in some areas I’m an out and out Lib. Shocks you eh? My wife finds that part of me…well she digs it. She likes that I can get all mushy when I read a report or a case study about some issues in the inner city. She likes that part of me much more than the John Wayne side. However, she’s from the People’s Republic of Massachusetts, so what do you expect. However, this is not totally honest of me, because one of the politicians I admire the most is Robert Kennedy. I find his last speech truly an inspiration, and many times draw strength from his words.
“I think we can end the divisions within the United States. What I think is quite clear is that we can work together in the last analysis. And that what has been going on with the United States over the period of that last three years, the divisions, the violence, the disenchantment with our society, the divisions- whether it’s between blacks and whites, between the poor and the more affluent, or between age groups, or in the war in Vietnam – that we can work together. We are a great country, and unselfish country and a compassionate country. “
If you get a wee bit emotional about these words, trust me, you’re a lib.
The heck with that, I’m a Conservative Darn Nabbit. I love Alexander Hamilton, and feel that his view of America is superior to that girly man Thomas Jefferson. I want to go to sleep reading “The Conscience of a Conservative” and sleep in that idyllic world where people can pull themselves up by their bootstraps without help from the government. Where one person makes his mark and changes things, and goes from rags to riches on the merits of his own efforts and ideas. Then I want to watch Armageddon. Because, I’m going to get misty now, as I do when I watch that movie, sniff, and Bruce Willis, sniff, sniff, decides to go back to that asteroid, near hysteria here, and won’t let his future son in law, running for more Kleenex, stay behind and blow up the asteroid with the nuclear device. Then, wailing and pulling out my hair by this time, he says goodbye to his daughter. And boom….bright lights….oh no…such a sacrifice. Chicks and Libs, especially lib chicks, like my wife, “just don’t get that movie”. And if you like that movie, you’re a red blooded American Conservative.
So, where does this pulling forces, the Kennedyesque side (talk about delusions of grandeur) and the John Wayne/Bruce Willis/Alexander Hamilton – hmm more Conservative sides to me, I guess I am a bit more Conservative than I thought, but I digress, make me lie on the political issue spectrum. Usually flat in the middle, getting sideswiped by Conservative nimrods in their gas guzzling SUV’s, and I really DON’T like SUV’s or their drivers, but that will wait until another momentary lapse of reason, or Barbara Streisand shreiking banshees in their oversized minivan’s, and ladies you drive like your lunatics, and when I see you talking on your cell phone, or that obsequious, “My Child is an Honor’s Student at Liberal Middle School” I want to see your minivan flip over and blow up in a ball of flame. All of this while I drive my girlie man Hyundai Accent, and trust me if you’ve ever seen a 6′ and…husky guy in a little Hyundai Accent, it is a funny sight indeed, but at least I care about getting good gas mileage (liberal sniff included) and besides, if the fan belt breaks I can use a rubber band. Where was I?
Now, you may wonder where the heck is this myopic diatribe – that hopefully some of you will read and comment upon – going, and it will get there in my good time – a big smile, a pause, a few lithium pills – when I’m ready to sum up.
Centrism comes about by dealing with divergent views and filtering out the garbage from both sides of the heated rhetoric. It is something that is as simple and profound as the Hegellian Dialect that thesis and anti-thesis need to go through that prism called the mind and become synthesis. In many ways, this is the process that Democracy goes through. Americans don’t like ideologues too much, and democracy is the politics of the half loaf. It is inefficient, takes too long to bring about meaningful change, and is the most wonderful blessing that the Almighty has bestowed upon man, the concept of self-government, and an understanding that the State rests upon the authority of the people. Ideologues just don’t get that, much like my wife and Armageddon. However, the extreme voices are needed. They add to the dialogue and push the envelop either way toward the left or towards the right. After adjustment a new Centrist position is formed, and just when I get comfortable in drving in that center lane another inconsiderate pig in an SUV or a mindless twit on her cellphone in a mini van is going to make my little Hyundai nearly change lanes without me even touching the steering wheel.
Thus ends this momentary lapse of reason. We will return to our regularly schedule blogposts of rational ideas. Normally, I edit my posts. I’m not changing one word of this one.