Surviving the State of the Body Politic

                                              The Survivor's Boat and the Dinghies 

I’ve been vague this year about my opinions, sitting back and letting the world zip by in its own drowning chaos.  Being older and retired has given me a sense of doldrums and a kind of fatalism that it doesn’t really matter what I think about the state of the body politic.  We’re going to hell in a handbasket and nothing I do or say will make much difference.  The problem with that state of mind is that too many of us are in that state of mind.  So, the bully pundits and small-minded bureaucrats continue to make terrible decision based on their purported facts and self-interests thus accelerating our demise.


That sucks.


What I’d like to see is a collapse of the governmental parties that run our nation.  Why do we need to compartmentalize as a people?  Does it really matter if more Republicans win in an election then Democrats? Shouldn’t people of any party have everyone’s welfare at heart?  I recently watched the video on Reconstruction when the Republican party was the good guys and the Democrats were the bad guys—depending on what side of the Mason Dixon line you were on and your opinion of slavery and state’s rights.  


And what about all the other parties that want to represent we people of these United States?  The Conservatives, the Liberals, the Working Party, the Socialist Democrats, the Green Party—and probably there’s more parties than I know.  I’m guessing that humans have divided themselves into separate groups from the time of creation.  Maybe those first few groups banded together for survival, but as they got larger and stronger and wiser and more capable of surviving on their own, they split apart.  Perhaps it was for the survival of the fittest.  That meant that some would be left behind.

Here we are now, all these years later, and it is amazing how humanity has kept that kernel of separatism—someone always being better than someone else.  Maybe we can’t all live together in peace.  Maybe it’s just not feasible.  But at heart, I’m an optimist.  I do believe that for our survival we will find a way through the muck. In my mind’s eye I see all the divisive bullies in small dinghy’s being towed behind the larger ships as those of us who survive the change of climate sail off to find a new land—voting for a small group of people who will serve the majority and not call themselves Congress.