Use Your Brain or Prove Jim, From “Blazing Saddles,” Right.
“You’ve got to remember that these are just simple farmers. These are people of the land. The common clay of the new West. You know… morons.” — Jim, Blazing Saddles (1974)
Eh, more like . . . “This is America.” But, really, it’s the same principle from different, not uncomplimentary angles.
In the first six-ish minutes of the Benjamin Dixon show, I found someone who — despite having differing philosophies and methodologies than mine . . . vastly different — has encapsulated my long, terribly difficult process to figure out where I land on any political spectrum.
In the first six minutes of the broadcast, this South Fulton, GA councilperson, Councilmember Khalid, sums it up perfectly, about why would Black voters trust a white man in Vermont when their own people (Black and Southern Black Democratic politicians) didn’t/wouldn’t help their own as they should?
His answer is that, to believe in a Bernie Sanders, one has to believe in government. And he clearly does.
This is where he and I differ: I do not believe in government. Not anymore. I don’t believe any form of government humanity has ever cobbled together thus far (or maybe ever will), will be successful for any length of time. I have seen no PROOF that it will, more importantly. Even the U.S.’s failed Experiment in representative democracy is a disaster that only gets worse. As so much does in human hands. And democracy, representative democracy especially, is often considered the BEST of a bad lot.
So, no. I don’t believe in nor have I seen proof of a long-lasting human government or society that is socially upright and effective, as well as stable in social, financial, political, and cultural ways. The best way to address this may not be clear or obvious, but I know what that way isn’t: perpetuation of all the bullshit. If someone’s sick with a disease, even if we don’t know how to cure it, we know which answers are NOT answers at all. MORE DISEASE is almost always going to top the list.
And that’s what government is . . . MORE DISEASE. And snake-oil salesmen calling the virulent, poisonous ichor that results “medicine” and a “cure.” Even as we decline with increasingly violent and horrific death throes.
“Only government can fix what’s wrong with government.”
Well, even if that’s true . . . does anyone think that the SAME BAD GOVERNMENT can fix itself? That those who move within it and benefit from it can or will fix their source of profit and power?
If you do, I got a real nice bridge in Brooklyn to sell ya. . . .
Sorry, folks, but government of any kind, including and maybe especially representative democracy — with its thin veneer of embracing progressive values and social reform — gives the HOPE of better without ever having to deliver. “Progress” is always in and for “the future.”
As long as we indulge in current forms of government, we’ll be too busy chasing bullshit rainbows to even stop, catch our breaths, ask ourselves if the rainbows are REAL — never mind any pots of figurative gold at their ends — and FIND OUT FOR SURE. We’re forever trapped into chasing and goggling at pretty light on a BIG-ASS WALL, like vapid, brainwashed children.
The first six minutes. The councilman’s caveat at about five minutes in, is to ask oneself: “Do I believe in government?” My answer is one of the most solid certainties of my life.
Not only don’t I believe — I’m not good at that, anyway . . . belief is the final refuge of those too afraid and/or incurious to ASK QUESTIONS and GET ANSWERS — but I have no concrete proof. The thing that matters most. I have no examples to look to but a string of failed empires and dynasties stretching back before Hammurabi. And killed by, say, their own excesses . . . and LEAD IN THEIR FUCKING WATER.
The entire interview is the first thirteen minutes, if you want to hear the councilman’s whole spiel. If you “believe in” the relative efficacy of a Sanders-style platform and accompanying ideas for society and its government, you may want to listen and nod along. The tune can be quite catchy, indeed, and has a nice beat. Maybe YOU can even dance to it, but I’m already sick and tired of this shitty, rotten club and its shitty, occasional pretenses of offering fresh air. And all so the vast majority of dancing, disenfranchised attendees still caught up in and propping this system up with their work, capital, and suffering — or their hustlin’, shuckin’, and jivin’ — don’t hit the exit en masse.
I’m out — done with this club and the nightlife that perpetuates it. Peace.