Winning
What else is there?
JUST A TASTE OF AN UPCOMING SERIES,
following an eight-part series: Truth? Hardly a politick move!
First an aside:
It’s November 6th, 2024, and my new series of articles need some work, writing that is. I was hoping it would be far less poignant, but seems my address of all things political has stumbled into at least four years of iconic caricature. Then again, a result that is not the least surprising, as there are a handful of states in our United States that have packed the offices of Election Officials with deniers of elected results, i.e., legal ballot stuffing (see ‘narcissistic behavior’ from earlier series). Not to mention, those who proudly pack plenty of weapons to storm the capital, oddly admitting, “guns aren’t the problem, people are.” Tellingly, that last sentence will earn me death threats. That is, it’s all about control, with some merely lying, cheating, and stealing to achieve control, but clearly, intimidation is far more direct. At least now I know what I can look forward to, so I might as well step into it:
At times, our need for control leads to a sort of insanity,
in this case, on a pandemic scale.
Let me illustrate using a Sesame Street game, “one of these things is not like the others.”
1. Pointing a gun at those other people; 2. Insisting on policies that broaden the gulf between the haves and have-nots; 3. One’s being a Christian… I know, not the right result, as these are in fact all one thing. Even an atheist might hope that Christians would avoid all that, but here we are. Unfortunately, leading us back to a time that had women burned at the stake, and those other people, historically blacks, being hung by the neck till dead (Curious, how that is more humane than the first option, a more enlightened Christianity?). All of which would have some feeling evermore optimistic concerning our future.
To be clear, I’m not talking about a single election result, but something I’m about to detail in full, “how we have stepped away from our humanity.” And that earlier 123, isn’t an inditement on religion (we will look at that in an upcoming series), but merely a symptom of our need for control, and how one group of people are especially good at regaining control, “At all costs!”
Enough of that, back to the business of article writing:
This coming series of articles looks at just how simple-minded all that "Winning!" is, mostly a source of control that we can wrap our thoughts and feelings around, as we seek some sort of identity. Specifically, looking at how our taste for control defines a key factor in the political outcomes throughout our modern western democracies.
. . . “Politics,” a competitive system that we voters are supposed to be supervising; instead, we kick and pound sand, in our bipolar and typically misinformed attention to issues of the day. Ripe for manipulation, we’ve become the source of all our problems, providing infinite motivation for our government’s race to fulfill endless half-truths. Making matters worse, our American political machine is broken, insuring half assed results, on a good day. Campaigning has become life for politicians, steeped in confusion, they become fully inoculated from the truth, really, just a means to an end. Then despite the day being far spent, the winner in a contest is expected to quickly fulfill promises, in reality, just installing all that confusion. We demand results, like winning the race, then fixing my street, and most certainly lowering taxes, “seems pretty clear.” And as if that wasn’t enough, once our side of the aisle has the reins in hand, we insist on extreme measure (clearly the adrenaline of all that “Winning!”). Not until recently has a politician, a notable POTUS of boyish charm, acknowledged that Winning is all that matters, providing us a feeling of control. Screw governing, it accomplishes nothing, besides, I would just be killing the horse I rode in on. Faced with this outlandish situation, takes a bit of introspective imagination to see into it.
Picture two farmers, both of whom have a load to get to market but in opposite directions. In actuality, it’s one product, so all the fuse is, “who is credited with delivery?” That delivery being accomplished by a one-horse cart, which becomes available to either farmer, seemingly by chance, in a diabolical flip of the coin. Racing in opposite directions, rarely does anyone get to market and always with damaged product; seeing’s how we’ve allowed every road to become one massive pothole. And by the way, it is the same market, just each farmer insisting on their road, as it appears to be shorter, from their point of view. From a rational point of view, it is really that impractical, what we find ourselves doing.
The horse is obviously essential, more so, she is our means to a pursuit of happiness. With that happiness providing consumer confidence, leading to a brisk economy and pork pies for all, which then leads to some of those massive potholes getting fixed! But we’re killing the horse?!?! And I don’t know if you’ve noticed, “pothole repair has been laid off,” hell, it’s hard to find pork for that shrinking pie! And when there isn’t some fatty pork to bring home, as we’ve been seeing, families get very upset. Oddly, they then hypnotically applaud anyone speaking to - “Winning!” - whatever the hell that is.
Interestingly, despite a lack of interest in his assigned duties, that boyish charm dude set up a deal that got to market, and even brought bacon back home. Luck of the draw, he found himself aligned with some highly reputable thieves who stole the horse out from under that other farmer. Imagining “in the stealth of night,” really in plain sight, those high-profile thieves delivered their damaged product to a voting block of rather naive consumers. Carried away with their greed, those thieves had sold that farmer’s children to be ground into pork. When “life” is just a dissembling talking point and no longer matters, Winning, that’s what matters! All of which is wrapped in the singular brilliance of that charmer, “results” needn’t have anything to do with reality, as “reality” becomes the dude himself, thus defining all things, especially results, anyway he likes. More than providing the cover of night for those thieves, as they leave no child behind. . .