by Emmett R Smith
AS A Libertarian, I must freely confess that the mass of pullulating Americans are no more up to self-reliance than they could build computers for themselves, out of Dremel sets and duck tape. The complicated nature of our gizmoes and the expensive money demands to support them (plus the Algebra!) simply means that liberty has to be above all experienced by that gifted handful still left here and there as a spiritual and a moral state, and it is for now just plain not possible politically.
Still less is anarchism, which demands even more self-responsibility.
These states still remain to be realized, of course they do — but it is more on an inner, or “Sufi,” level.
So what about the immediate needs as they are actually perceived everyday, by our friends and neighbors who still find that the meat level of life is the absolute basis of “all” reality?
If the idea of love in the classical sufism for example of Rumi yet means a thing, then the libertarian partisan will have no choice but to go forth and “condescend to men of low estate,” as the New Testament so tenderly and truthfully puts it.
These people around us, these ones we are given to love and to pity and to care for as we do for our own grandchildren, well, the fact is that they are far better off right now as Democrats than as Republicans. Or at least than these “Republicans” running around loose now, who are such a vicious travesty of the old decent conservative isolationism, that knew better than to pretend to “know best” for the whole World.
So now the truth has to be told, it is this very decadent American Tee Vee craving of ours for “snippets” that has turned so many of us politically or at least emotionally on the left into a sort of “Obama-hound.”
Too bad it is, that Mr Illinois Democrat Senator Barack Obama “ain’t ten years older.”
But by God he “ain’t.”
And so tonight, after watching the big Tee Vee “debate” (Why do they say that? I’ve coached formal speech competitions, and these things “AIN’T” debates!) what I am telling you all in the words of my eighty-eight-year-old farm-neighbor and oldtime Goldwater Republican, Mr Judson Andersen is:
“IF IT HAS TO BE A GOD-DAMN DEMOCRAT THIS TIME AROUND — and, I sure as Hell CAN see how these Republican God-damn fools have pissed it ALL away to Hell! — it’s got to be Palid Hillary I want watching the shithouse and not Barack, not that God-damn kid, not yet anyway…!”
After that ringing endorsement wrung out of a whole brokenhearted lifetime of watching our country “go to COMPLETELY to Hell,” all I can possibly add is what is oddly true, for myself anyway:
I can see it, I can, I can see being the old buck husband of this sometimes pretty-dreadful woman, and yet altogether being pretty happy about it too — she really pretty obviously didn’t get badly derailed in any big way as a youngin’, and so she ain’t that bad, not really…. (Besides which, she also obviously likes brains and was just about ready to tear off Mr Tim Russert’s shirt!)
The only problem with either one of them, or that old windbag war-hero Republican nuisance from the five million dollar house in the desert, is that they are all scared as Hell to say “boo!” to the Jews over Israel, for fear of being “anti-semitic….”
And so as matters stand now, I would have to say that I for one after all find Mrs Senator William Jefferson “Palid Hillary” Rodham Clinton the most tolerable of an annoying lot. She’s wildly not exciting or anything, but even in spite of all of the “God-damned” gadding about, well, she’s comfortable.
But whatever happened do you suppose to Old Mike Gravel?
[Emmett R Smith all rights reserved 26 February 2008]