Well, I try really hard to avoid talking about politics, but I don’t see how anyone can say nothing about this year’s presidential race; especially now.
The most important thing I can say about Obama’s victory, for myself, is that I realize it is deeply meaningful in profound ways, ways that many of us cannot possibly fully appreciate. Watching news coverage of people weeping, screaming, running and dancing in the streets and—I could be imaging it, but—the general excitement and pride I believe I’ve encountered in LA this week, is precious. I am very, very, very happy for this meaning in Obama’s victory. I am grateful to be able to say that I’ve been a witness to it. And for those who smirk at the idea of this being the “most important” thing I can say, well, my response is that in my opinion you truly underestimate its meaning.
Other than that, during the campaigns I found myself more frustrated and saddened than ever; largely because I paid more attention to this campaign than any other, partly because I’m getting older, and partly because I pay more attention to rhetorical strategies nowadays. All of the candidates bent the truth (I’m being kind) with impunity, both potential presidents made promises they cannot possibly keep, and both said they will do things they cannot possibly do. My biggest frustration and sadness in this campaign was simply the further maturing realization that as a consumer of political propaganda, punditry and “analysis,” I am assumed to be a gross moron fueled by fear, raw emotion and selfish motives. To whatever level, in actuality, that I rise above that, I have been deeply offended by the whole mess of it all. I almost, very closely, refused to vote. But as I’ve noted previously in this blog, I hold, in faith, to the importance of voting. So I voted. For the dude I knew was going to lose anyway. I cast a vote not for a person, nor for a party’s ideology, but for my own ideology, and in a manner that would not be a part of anyone being put into the white house. My vote was one of supporting an idea while rejecting its methodologies; of supporting the process in principal while not being a part of it in effect.
And this may well mean, after all, that I am a gross moron fueled only by fear, raw emotion and selfish motives. The strange loops of being human are seemingly unavoidable.