The days of me trusting politicians, even the ones I like, are over. I guess you could say that after years of watching the ins-and-outs of politics, I am jaded. I no longer believe in the notion of the white knight (of any gender) riding into the political landscape and making everything good and honorable in the kingdom.
In my estimation, politics is a chess game played in Wonderland – where up is down and down is up. There is a certain frantic lunacy to it that makes perfect sense to those in the game; yet, it appears to be an incomprehensible idiocy to those who stand on the outside. The moving and shaking, the deals, the posturing – the power of it all – it is madness I tell you…madness.
The world of politics reminds me of one of my favorite exchanges from Alice in Wonderland between Alice and the Cheshire Cat.
“But I don’t want to go among mad people,” Alice remarked.
“Oh, you can’t help that,” said the Cat: “We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.”
“How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice.
“You must be,” said the Cat, “or you wouldn’t have come here.”
I don’t think politicians can rise to the national level without having to step into the madness. Compromises are made to gain support in other areas, ideals are eroded, the primary mission becomes diluted in the day-to-day posturing – and in the process even the brightest and shiniest politicians start to get a little grimy. It is a sad reality.
These days I select what I believe are the best candidates – the ones I believe will do a good job given the place they are going and the challenges they will face. I don’t expect perfection…I don’t even expect excellence…I merely hope they will keep their heads. In Wonderland, that is easier said than done.
Day one thousand one hundred and nineteen of the new forty – obla di obla da