One of the few longtime readers of this blog sent me an email recently asking why I was no longer “fired up” about political issues. “Have you reached that point in life where you just don’t care?” She asks.
No. I care more than ever. But I also have less faith than ever before in the people (Americans, Iraqis, Fairbanksans, and world citizens) left to make the right (and hard) choices that are needed now more than they ever have been before. The partial-election of George Bush was the first in many political happenings at the local, state, national, and world levels that have– for the first time in my life– left me feeling almost completely bereft of hope that things can (and will) get better.
Every day, without fail, something stupid is said or and even more stupid decision made that makes me want to rant and rave. The first link I saw after reading my friend’s email was to a story about Dennis Hastert– a 4F deferred former wrestling coach whose biggest struggle appears to be rejecting a second trip to the all-you-can-eat buffet– questioning whether John McCain (who spent five years in captivity, and being tortured– in uniform– during Vietnam) understands the sacrifice made by soldiers in wartime.
I just don’t see a lot of return in talking about it. I’m not promising never to wax belligerently in this weblog about things that irritate me, but the result is always the same: I hear kudos from those who think like me and expend energy on arguments that can never be resolved with those who don’t.
In “real life” I have learned viscerally that well-meaning, intelligent people can be diametrically opposed to me. I may not understand how or why, but some of those I most care about– and who I number among my closest friends– fall on that far side. I have no desire to alienate these good people, much less belittle them or make them uncomfortable in my presence.
In the meantime, I have issues closer to home to deal with: children, work, career, writing (and not), various obsessions, some of which actually can be changed– and even benefit from– my meddling and verbalizing!