My Two Cents

This old world is a fright

You know my future ain’t bright

And I’d just crawl in a hole if I could …

“Two Cents Worth” by Kerry Livgren and Steve Walsh

In a predecessor to this blog (a few years ago), I complained of the behavior of a few over-zealous supporters of Ted Cruz taking a “My Way Or The Highway” approach regarding his then-semi-viable candidacy for President of the United States. I ended the posting with a reminder of the dangers of mixing personality cults with politics … of which history provides many cautionary tales. Sadly, but unsurprisingly, our increasingly polarized political situation has resulted in even more personality culting all along the perceived ideological spectrum.

The most obvious example is what I’ve come to call the “Drumpfenproletariat,” by which I mean the fanatical bleeding edge of the Trump movement who seem to think their man can do no wrong, and that whatever he does is, by definition, right and just. That such an individual can inspire such uncritical loyalty is impressive in a rather frightening way …

To be fair, Trump is hardly the only political figure who has engendered such a following. The apparent mirror-image of the Drumpfenproles would be the BernieBros … followers of the admittedly Socalist candidate for the nomination of the Democratic Party. The two groups share many common traits (as do their idols, but that’s a story for another day). The continuation of this already troubling trend could, and likely will, have a long-lasting effect on our republic.

I’m certainly not an expert, nor have I always been innocent of the ideological scapegoating of others, but it seems to me that a return to good old-fashioned politeness might not hurt. Additionally, one might actually consider talking to another human face-to-face once in a while … pardon me while my inner introvert shudders.

Boil it down: Basically, what your kindergarten teacher told you is true; if you treat people with a little respect and kindness, they’re more likely to respond in kind. Also, keep in mind that intelligent people of good will will occasionally come to conclusions different from yours. Rarely does this make them bad or stupid people (it might make them annoying, but that’s a different story). Given how turbulent and crappy things have been, let’s give ourselves and each other a break.

… Or maybe live out in space

Or some other far away place

And not come back to this earth till it’s good

“Two Cents Worth” (Livgren and Walsh)

Lost For Words

I’m lost for words which is strange for me
Stretched out like elastic bands
I’m lost for words and no longer see
Why they’ve slipped right through my hands

“Lost For Words” (Lyrics by Chris Difford)

I always have ambitious plans when I start a blog like this … “Oh, this time I’ll do a blog post every week (or every couple of weeks), because I will have so many interesting things to say … and every time, I write one or two posts, then go into Extended Writers’ Block Mode.

Part of the issue is, of course, that I lack confidence in my ability to write. Intellectually, I know that my writing is (by blog standards, at least) not in any way substandard … but I can’t shake the nagging feeling that I’ll be found out as an uninteresting poseur. In fairness, I’m not sure why this bothers me, given that most blogs are written by and for uninteresting poseurs (but I digress) …

I think the only way I’m going to get past this repeated “post – stew – restart” cycle is just to force myself write on a set schedule, regardless of how dreadfully trite my work appears to be (at least to me) … I think I’ll wean myself off ellipses and parentheses more slowly. Baby steps, you know. My goal is to write lengthier and more interesting articles in the Fullness Of Time; only time will tell if this is possible.

In the immortal words of J. P. Finlay – “If you’ve made it this far, I owe you a beer.” Buckle up, kids. The fun is just beginning.

I’m lost for words in the letters I write
Smudged with a bleeding pen …

“Lost For Words” (Difford)