One of my favorite expressions is "He who abandons a sinking ship that doesn't sink, needs to be a very good swimmer." Or, at least, look presentable in a pair of Speed-O's and a bathing cap.
I'm also fond of citing The Six Phases of a Project: Enthusiasm, Disillusionment, Panic, Search for the Guilty, Punishment of the Innocent, and Award/Honors for the Non-Participants. We use this model of dynamic interaction every day in our interpersonal relationships (how quickly do couples go from 'we're thrilled we're having a baby' to 's/he forced me into this child' all the way to how the child, once born, is treated within the family).Whatever we do for a living and wherever we do it, the same pattern holds true. We all cheered Digby when he volunteered to lead the team that would turn peanut oil into jet fuel, but once it was demonstrated that it absolutely, positively couldn't be done, all we could do was shake our heads and roll our eyes when Digby's name was mentioned ('I coulda told ya...').
Look to our nation's capital if you want to see a collection of people dedicated to the proposition that a government of the people, by the people, and for the people should go chase itself, Lincoln be damned.
But, if you watch only one minute of C-Span it'll prove my point, all of them are so publicly polite to one another while privately being disagreeable in the most egregious way imaginable. Thank goodness for The Loyal Opposition and My Distinguished Opponent. Who else would we, currently in charge, blame for all manners of awfulness and illness if we didn't have The Other Guys and Gals?
All, or nearly all, of the 'issues' and 'hot buttons' that have driven our national discourse over the last decade and longer, are still with us like Banquo's Ghost and have actually gained a few pounds and some fellow travelers. We have more wars, less money, more anger, and fewer reasons to be hopeful (to say nothing of frying cheaper eggs) than at any point in my almost seventy-three years here on The Big Blue Marble (I'm not suggesting cause and effect).
I'm sad and more than a little angry not so much that we seem to have lost our way (an unoriginal thought we've often had throughout our history as a nation), but that we're not inclined to want to find our way back to who we are. We've decided, it seems to me, to settle instead of to continue to strive to succeed. It's as if we got to the Mississippi and said to one another, 'y'know, California and The West are fine ideas, but who really needs 'em?'
We don't even hear the cognitive dissonance as the gap between what we say and what we do grows wider. Vox Populi has been replaced with STFU and e pluribus unum is now rendered as nolo contendere and is usually part of a plea bargain for time served coupled with a weepy-eyed televised apology where we 'accept 'full responsibility' whatever the f*ck that means.
If our children ever find out what we allowed to their dreams, they'll murder us in our beds and they'll be right but everything will still be wrong. You can break things only so often and only so badly before they cannot be made whole again. We may be nearing that moment, Armageddon, End Times, Oops!, whatever it's to be called.
All, or nearly all, of the 'issues' and 'hot buttons' that have driven our national discourse over the last decade and longer, are still with us like Banquo's Ghost and have actually gained a few pounds and some fellow travelers. We have more wars, less money, more anger, and fewer reasons to be hopeful (to say nothing of frying cheaper eggs) than at any point in my almost seventy-three years here on The Big Blue Marble (I'm not suggesting cause and effect).
I'm sad and more than a little angry not so much that we seem to have lost our way (an unoriginal thought we've often had throughout our history as a nation), but that we're not inclined to want to find our way back to who we are. We've decided, it seems to me, to settle instead of to continue to strive to succeed. It's as if we got to the Mississippi and said to one another, 'y'know, California and The West are fine ideas, but who really needs 'em?'
We don't even hear the cognitive dissonance as the gap between what we say and what we do grows wider. Vox Populi has been replaced with STFU and e pluribus unum is now rendered as nolo contendere and is usually part of a plea bargain for time served coupled with a weepy-eyed televised apology where we 'accept 'full responsibility' whatever the f*ck that means.
If our children ever find out what we allowed to their dreams, they'll murder us in our beds and they'll be right but everything will still be wrong. You can break things only so often and only so badly before they cannot be made whole again. We may be nearing that moment, Armageddon, End Times, Oops!, whatever it's to be called.
But cheer up! We won't have to worry about what the day after that is called because we will not be here to experience it. Instead, we'll blame somebody (just not ourselves) because that's how we're wired.
-bill kenny
-bill kenny
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