My mistake? Ask anyone. They’ll tell you. And it saves me the trouble of having to keep track of them all. What a moment of amazing clarity outside this morning! A crisp moon hung over white draped mountains to the southwest, a canvas of dawn pastels to the north by northeast, begging the question of how one could possibly measure up to this place of so concentrated beauty.
Perhaps my special gift is the ability to irritate the powerful. At least the rich seem to like me well enough. But the range of emotions thrown back at me from the powerful is something to behold.
Powers on the Left come at me from the most primitive angle. Since I present them with concepts that tend to completely overturn their world view, they stampede easily into an angry mob calling out in unison for my head on a pike. But if you can show them how boring and predictable they’ve become, they seem to go back to ground without too much fuss. God forbid that a sect who live to express emotion look unimaginative, especially to their critics. That’s one dialectic conflict they won’t abide.
On the Right people don’t stampede so easily. In contrast to the monolithic problem-set motivating the Left, the Right seem to concede agreement only after discovering they have no alternative and must finally stop disagreeing. Often they never get to that point.
Also, the problem set for the Right must always include resources to mitigate damages and put out fires started by the Left. The Left, on the other hand, don’t have to worry about the unintended consequences they generate or the upside-down cost/benefit propositions dribbling off their keyboards as they design unattainable social constructs. They don’t look back while marching forward.
While the Right at least give lip service to distrusting the susceptibility of human nature to the corrupting influence of power, the Left embrace and bathe themselves in power. Ostensibly the Right try to keep power corralled by systems and institutions, checks and balances.
But in the long run power always wins. Republican, Democrat, Unaffiliated, or Libertarian, no matter the orientation or innocence a man brings to the party, power consumes him and hollows out his humanity. His limited license turns into a craving. The hands that once made friends grow sharp claws. He develops a taste for the flesh of annoying unfortunates who presumed more than their station allowed. When he reaches his inevitable recession, the ring falls from his bony finger to be picked up by another innocent, and the cycle repeats.
Our institutions are no match for power. As for the men who hide inside them, you have to show them the door and kick them in the ass through it before they get completely consumed.
Yeah I made a lot of mistakes. I don’t think standing up to power was one of them.