As I write this, it is just three days since the 2024 Presidential election, and the pundits and talking heads and “election experts” are going at it hammer and tongs to explain how an orange-faced, seventy-eight-year-old, unhealthy, increasingly demented, ignorant, hate-spewing, fascist, male felon managed to win election over a highly qualified, highly intelligent, demonstrably competent, healthy, sixty-year-old woman.
I suspect that, as you read that last sentence, you have already begun to form your own opinions about the reasons. And the reasons you will come up with are probably the same as the ones being proposed by the swarm of analysists now converging on the subject. I haven’t even read or listened to any of it, but the headlines are to ubiquitous not to be seen, and I already know what they are saying. It was her sex, her racial and ethnic heritage; it was the economy; it was Gaza; it was her choice of running mate; and on and on ad infinitum.
The way I see it, however, is that while all of those things may have had some influence, none of them, nor all of them together are the real reason Donald Trump won the election. They are the symptoms, not the problem?
So, what, you may ask, is the real problem, then, oh great and all-knowing person sitting in my living room and offering no qualifications whatsoever on which to base my opinions.
Thank you for asking.
The problem is that, for some time now Americans have sucked at democracy. We do it badly. We do it stupidly. We do it in ways that fling us out and reel us in between right and left like some bizarre existential yoyo trick.
Allow me to explain. Or don’t. I’m going to, anyway.
— First, as a general rule, Americans pay remarkably little actual attention to our democracy. (I know, we’re not “really” a democracy, we’re a democratic republic, a constitutional republic, a representative constitutional democratic republic. Whatever. It’s irrelevant what you want to call it.) Most of us ignore it. We go about our daily business until we are called upon every two or four years to vote for the people who will do the actual business of governing – or not. And we congratulate ourselves for our neglect. “I don’t like politics.” We announce proudly, justifying our dislike and inaction by claiming that all politicians are the same, both major parties are the same, it doesn’t make any difference, it doesn’t affect me. None of which is actually true. The majority of people in politics and government are good, hard-working people doing a difficult, frustrating job through the best of times and the worst. (The Tale of Two Cities reference was deliberate, in case you missed it, or were wondering. I’ll get back to it later.)
— When we do pay attention, every two or four years at election time, we let ourselves think that voting is all that’s required of us. And we complain about having to do it at all. We let all kinds of things keep us from it. We put our elections on a day when people have to work, but don’t insist that voting day be a national holiday. (Note that the root meaning of “holiday” is “ holy day.” If we’re going to treat anything as sacred, shouldn’t a day of direct involvement in our of/by/for the people democracy be a good choice?) We ty to solve that by allowing things like mail-in voting, on-line voting, and early voting; then we accuse those of being fraudulent, we say they shouldn’t count, we make them as inconvenient and difficult as regular voting. And we complain about how the news is suddenly all politics, politics, politics, and can’t we talk about something else for a change?
— When it comes to politics and the actual state of our democracy, we decided a long time ago that ignorance is, in fact, bliss. No ifs about it. And we want our democracy to be blissful. We want someone else to take care of it. You know, the politicians. Those corrupt, self-serving, probably criminal people we keep electing to take care of it. So, we don’t have to worry. And we help ourselves in our blissful ignorance by latching onto sound-bite reasoning gleaned from simplistic infotainment news and, more recently, social networks. It’s the economy, stupid. We know that because we were told it fifty years or so ago; and we know it’s true because we remember that a loaf of bread cost, like, fifty cents when we were kids. And clearly, the President is charge of all that, right? The President can do stuff, right? We don’t know what, because we really don’t know how it all works, but that’s the President’s job. Right? Any problem we have, small or large, anything that threatens to interfere with that bliss we believe is our right in a democracy is something the President should be fixing. I won’t go into all the many issues of things like health care, individual rights, and so on, but pick any issue and we’d rather be ignorant than uncomfortable. Quick democracy hack – if a Presidential or any other political candidate mentions a problem and says they’ll absolutely fix it, they’re lying. What they will actually do is take some sort of action. Won’t be a solution, because solutions are difficult and not blissful, but an action. We like actions. The more simplistic and immediate, the better. Especially if we don’t have to do anything in particular, ourselves.
— When we do have to actually know about a problem, we go straight to the most important question: who do we need to blame? Second question: who else can we pick to solve the problem, or take action, whatever? To put it another way, who can we pick to blame for the problem next time, once we’ve gotten rid of the people we blamed this time. Not all our blame is for politicians or government, of course. We have lots of usual suspects. The Others. People whose color, or religion, or traditions, or culture, or choices about the way they live their lives are always available for blame. Tell us how we aren’t the problem, tell us that we are the real Americans, tell us that God, but not Allah, has chosen us specially, and we will pick you to fix the problems. This time.
— Oh, and by the way, since we don’t really want to know about the real issues, give us lots of non-issues to help us keep our ignorant bliss. Facts are so boring. Especially facts about thins like how the economy really works, or how government really works, or how biology really works, or how, really, anything important really works. We welcome any random squirrel that comes along to take our attention away from all of that boring knowing about important things. And random distractions allow us to become excited or enraged without having to actually know stuff. We listen to all the noise around us (and the noise is, itself, part of the problem), so we know that the really important issues are whether a candidate can prove that she did a short-term, minimum wage job fifty years ago, or whether a candidate’s time vacationing and leading student groups in China was during or after Tiananmen Square. (When was that, exactly, anyway? I think I remember hearing about that at the time, or I was supposed to read about it in history class, or something. It was a bad thing, right? Those evil Communists did it, right?) Oh, and we need to wonder if the guy who went there might be a secret communist agent, like, you know, in that movie, the one with, who was it? Doesn’t matter. Could be true, though, right?
All right. I could go on, and I sincerely appreciate those of you who have paid attention, or at least stayed around this long. So, let me finish with one last, I don’t know, recommendation, piece of advice?
We all need to do better. We need to pay attention more closely, more of the time. We need to be involved in and knowing about our democracy and our reality. And we need to do it all the time, not just during elections. We need to insist that our sources of information tell us the truth, based on relevant and compelling facts and rational thinking. We need to shut out the noise and focus. We need to have uncomfortable, but necessary conversations about our democracy, about our history, about our humanity.
These things may become increasingly difficult over the next four years, but they will be necessary if this democracy we are so exasperatingly bad at is to survive. And we need to start doing this right away, because we will have an opportunity in just two years for a course correction. Presidential power is still limited by our tri-partite government. The party now in power has shown us how difficult it is for a President to do whatever a President might want to do, when one or both houses of Congress are controlled by the other political party.
Commentary, COVID-19, Liberal, Politics, Progressive
WAITING FOR THE PUNCHLINE – AND WANTING TO PUNCH SOMEONE
In Politics on March 29, 2020 at 11:01 amWe have relied, for the past several years, on the network and cable comedy shows to help keep us sane in these difficult times. Often, it seems as though John Oliver, Trevor Noah, Stephen Colbert, and the other late-night hosts have been a more reliable source of the truth about what’s happening in this country and the world than the main stream media.
And yet.
And yet.
Now that all the shows have been put online without audiences, I have been unable to bring myself to watch them. I see the Daily Show videos, the Colbert monologues, and I can’t bring myself to watch them.
I can no longer allow myself the luxury of relying on comedy to get me through this. It is too great a privilege.
I am a 72-year-old white male, retired, living at home with my wife, who is also retired. I can afford to sit at home and laugh through my anger and fear. I’m not being deprived of a wage that was already less than a living wage. I don’t have to figure out what to do about my children. I have books and television and radio and my cell phone and my computer. I can be isolated and not alone. I don’t have to go to work every day and risk my life. I don’t have to strip off my clothes before entering my house, then deny myself and my family even the simplest intimacies.
I am fortunate and I am privileged.
I even have reason to believe that even if I got sick I could afford testing and treatment.
My wife and I are social-distancing, self-isolating. We go out only to pick up a few things at the grocery store, where she goes in because she is younger than I and all the advisories say that I am more at risk if one of us gets infected. She is also required by family obligations to go out more than I. Of course, we must assume that if one of us were to become infected it is most likely that we both would.
Still, we follow the protocols. We clean everything that comes into the house. We leave groceries on the porch until we can sanitize the packages as best we can. We wipe down the mail. When we go for a walk outside with a friend, we stay 6 feet apart. We wash our hands frequently. We have reviewed all the guidelines. We live in a rural community where the virus has not yet been shown to be present, but assume it is only a matter of time.
We do this not simply because the government or the CDC or WHO or anyone else has required it, but because we want to be as safe as possible and we want others to be safe as well.
We worry about our sisters and brothers, our children and grandchildren, our friends and neighbors, many of whom may be more at risk than we are.
We live in ignorance of the facts. Like everyone else, we cannot really know the extent or location of the virus because testing is not being done as broadly or efficiently as it should. Was that dry cough a reaction to my blood pressure medicine or was I sick? Is there always a fever, or could I have been carrying the virus asymptomatically? Were our grandchildren infected before the schools were closed; before their soccer practice or games were suspended?
Will the measures now, finally, being taken mean that this crisis will be behind us by summer or still with us at Christmas?
How long? How much?
And that is why I cannot look right now at the comedy.
I’m too angry.
I can no longer laugh at Donald Trump. I can no longer see his daily displays of ignorance, pettiness, self-aggrandizement, lack of empathy or compassion, attacks on anyone and everyone who dares to suggest he might be wrong, might do better, might have some genuine responsibility to something other than himself, and not feel frightened for the future of our country, our democracy, our way of life.
I am way past the time to allow myself to believe that black humor, trench humor, can help us. These are dangerous times; not just because of the coronavirus, but because we are witnessing the willingness of the people in power openly and wantonly to destroy the Constitution in order to enrich themselves with both money and political power.
While we sit in our houses or suffer through our lives in the shadow of COVID-19, Our government is conspiring to stack the federal courts with unqualified, ideologically driven judges. They are arranging to give away hundreds of billions of taxpayer money to multi-billion-dollar corporations. They are stealing land and stealing the vote from the First Nations. They are carrying out petty vendettas. And they are dragging their feet on addressing the COVID-19 crisis because of unrelated, unimportant, fringe beliefs and issues. They are spinning lies and conspiracy theories and distortions rather than dealing directly with the very real issues of life and death.
And I want to go into the streets. I want all of us, by the millions to be in the streets. And we can’t be. The coronavirus has not just made us into hermits, it has robbed us of our most important power as citizens.
I expect I will get my sense of humor back. I do see some hopeful signs, good things swirling around in the chaos with everything else. I am, however, afraid that November may be too late for far too many of us. What will be left by then? And will we be able to come back from this?
We must stay engaged. We must stay afraid. We must stay angry. We must stay safe. When the doctors and the health experts tell us it is safe enough, we must go into the streets. And when the Fall does come around, we must take our fear and our anger to the voting booth in numbers that will make it loud and clear that we are not fooling around any longer.
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