What if I were to say to my justifiably angry, insulted and hurt wife, “I could have calibrated those words differently”??
What if I were to saunter into work six hours late after hosing up a multimilliondollar project and call it a “teachable moment” for all Americans?
Oh for crying out loud. Is it so hard for a President to simply say “ I screwed up and I’m sorry?”
The constant twisting of words, arrogance, continual and prideful invocation of his office should convince us, once and for all, that Barack Obama is just another politician. No different from the previous one, or two, or six.
He is not “The One.” He is not our “Saviour” or any other lofty abstraction publicly applied to this Chicago machine tool. He is no better than the least of us.
…Except, of course, that this man has access to armies, cops and nuclear weapons. And he likes using force and intimidation to get what he wants.
We should humbly, seriously reflect on that.
In fact, this really should be a teachable moment for all Americans. We should wonder out loud and with our friends; not just why his mistakes are America’s lesson, but also why the violent, failure-doomed ideology of Nero, Stalin, Hitler and Che is “cool.” Why do bumper stickers, logos and banner waving, cheering crowds of young people promote oppression? How did hip young people, within just a generation or two, transmogrify their ideology from the 60’s-70’s mistrust of power and armed agents of government, into today’s violent disarmament of citizens to make them submit under authoritarian rule?
How did that get cool?
How did the totally voluntary interactions between adults in a free market become a bad thing, while the inherently armed aggression of politics is …hip?
Words are powerful. Obama knows that. That’s why he almost never uses any real words; and instead butters our ears shut with fairy-dusted snot. It was an accident that he actually said something of meaning.
The inconveniencing of his elite friend raised emotions in this typically cold creature, and he said something revealing.
Words send armies to war. Words heal bruised feelings. Words comfort the frightened and frighten the wise. It’s insidious necromancy that “government” sounds good when it’s the same thing as “politics;” which we all know sounds bad.
Pseudo-smart young kids think that (often because they’re taught to) it’d be cool if “government” were to take a role in every aspect of business, education, health and welfare. But who’d think it’d be so swell if “bickering and corrupt politicians” were to get their mitts on those things? This isn’t just words we’re playing with – it’s oppression, slavery, genocide and war we’ve made into catchy slogans.
It’s time for some idol-smashing. Look hard at that man we’ve elected to be the savior of humanity. Look hard at the history of “In Politicians We Trust.”
The collection of swaggering elitists who’ve been both law-breaking and dead-wrong about everything they’ve said for over a hundred years shouldn’t be called “experts” and “your honor.” They should be called the criminals and liar-fools they are and dealt with accordingly.
Or, what the heck? Maybe we should all act like that. Maybe we just keep ignoring the blossoming of crime and injustice we’ve been ignoring for decades (admit it; you’ve ignored the headlines of human traffic/slavery and exploding corruption, rape and murder), and just go with the examples set from the top. Never say you’re sorry. Never admit anything, in fact. Try to never say what you mean or mean what you say. Make horrible plans that you know are stupid and can’t happen, and watch them come true before your eyes!
And then, above all, forget about “please” and “The customer comes first.” It’s every man for himself and Rule Of Tyrants instead of Rule Of Law. Yee haw! Grab your guns and leave morality behind; we’re all politicians now!
Maybe I have finally figured out why the bumper stickers say “Power of Pride” instead of, “how about some humility?” Maybe I more fully understand why we train our kids to be confident instead of competent.
Sheesh. What have we become?