and the day after

The fear mongers were working overtime in the days leading up to Tuesday’s election, which is the last election in Wisconsin until next April, thank the Lord. We are theoretically free for awhile from commercials proclaiming what a dirtbag such and such a candidate is.

I remembered H.L. Mencken’s warning about imaginary hobgoblins as all this transpired: “The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, most of them imaginary.” Little has changed since he wrote that passage in 1918. So many of us are still alarmed and clamorous to be led to safety, and the practical politician is still eager to lead us not to safety but astray.

It’s easy to forget that freedom does not depend on any government actions — in fact, government by definition acts to restrict or curtail freedom, or otherwise why would it be called government? The right ruler of any human is the person s/he sees in the mirror. No one has a greater stake in your well-being.

Mencken is often misquoted — and at one time I was one of the culprits — as saying that “all” of his hobgoblins are imaginary, rather than “most.” Some of the hobgoblins that practical politicians warns about are indeed real, not the least of which are those very politicians. We are besieged with political ads that warn an opponent is a threat to safety and well-being if not democracy itself. It behooves one to consider that all of these ads are correct and that none of the alternatives are fit to run our lives.

To the extent that they stay in their lane, keep the streets paved and plowed and defend our shores, Leviathan employees are useful public servants. When they stray into micromanaging our lives, as they inevitably do, they become very real hobgoblins.

Election campaigns have become more of a blood sport than a competition to determine who is more qualified to run the apparatus of government — and the sport takes our eyes off the question of whether the apparatus of government is even necessary. 

I try not to have a stake in the outcome because I often don’t have one anyway. I am usually a disinterested observer, like a World Series between the Washington Nationals and Texas Rangers. Neither team engages my passions.

And so when fear mongers start trying to stir up emotion, I remind myself to refuse to be afraid, free myself from the shackles of fear, and dream of a better tomorrow.

Connected and simultaneously alone

What have we lost since we all began carrying little TV sets around in our pockets? A little attention span — maybe a lot of attention span — an ability to sit and think and contemplate — an ability to enjoy being alone and quiet. Entertainment and knowledge and all the rest at our fingertips — we are connected and simultaneously all alone in our little hive mind — we are the Borg. We have been assimilated. Resistance is futile.

Orwell was prescient, except the telescreen is a pocket device, not a TV on the wall.

I confess I do enjoy being able to call up an old song seconds after remembering it. I knew the world had changed in 1999 (I think it was) when I helped our sports editor find the season stats for the third-leading scorer on the Eastern Illinois women’s basketball team in less than two minutes. We figured this internet thing was going to change our lives. Little did we know!

If — or perhaps when — the web ever collapses, generations will be lost, anxious and confused.

Interesting words: A web is a trap spiders use to capture their meals. A screen is something that blocks our view.

I choose whimsy

I am not at a loss for words today; it just feels like a good morning to pull this 2012 post out of the archives to start the work week.

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I see and hear the cranky and dyspeptic political tones, philosophical arguments dressed up as a battle between good and evil, and I have seen and heard enough.

“There ain’t no good guys, there ain’t no bad guys, there’s only you and me and we just disagree,” the poet sang.

And yet the demagogues behind the curtains conjure images of battlegrounds. We don’t just disagree; you are the embodiment of evil walking on Earth. If your kind keeps/retains power, then the rest of us die.

Hogwash. I say again, hogwash. Pay no attention to the demagogues behind the curtains.

My freedom is not dependent upon someone holding or being ejected from office, and neither is yours. Human beings are born to freedom, not granted liberty by benevolent rulers. What part of “endowed by our Creator with certain unalienable rights” is so hard to understand?

We have a choice to stew in our own bile – or in bile provided for us by willing political toadies – or to live our lives freely, joyfully and in celebration.

You may follow the path to fear and loathing and the infestation of imaginary hobgoblins. I choose whimsy.