by Scott Creighton
“If I were to command a general to turn into a seagull, and if the general did not obey, that would not be the general’s fault. It would be mine.” Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
The blogs are congested as the various “heel” or “face” worshiping factions of the Grand Politico WWE Show breathlessly debate the stated or unstated, implied or ignored, tit-for-tat of last night’s pay-per-view broadcast; the Rhetorical One’s State of the Union Infomercial/ Monster Truck Show Extravaganza.
Did Obama go too far to the right? Did Obama improvise a line about Iran to appease Israel? Did Judge Alito mouth something to the Great One? Did Obama omit mentioning the healthcare bill’s “pre-existing conditions clause” on purpose? Did he lie about having lobbyists in his administration? What exactly was Nancy Pelosi wiping off the edges of her mouth? Why was I watching Nancy Pelosi’s mouth? What’s wrong with me?
All truly fascinating, time and attention consuming questions (especially the last one), which, in the end, amount to exactly “Jack” and “Squat” to the square root of “Sh-t”.
People are actually debating the words of this man as if you could believe anything that he said. As if his word meant anything.
These are people by the way, who already know by experience that they cannot believe anything he says.
Even Obama himself pointed that out in the speech. He said “people out there don’t believe a f-in thing we say (paraphrasing), and with damn good reason (paraphrasing), because we’re a bunch of lying corporate whores running through the motions up here like a nerdy group of horny 6th graders in the Christmas Pageant” (I think that part is a direct quote. At least, that is what I heard.)
And yet people are still all excited because Obama the Great One included a comment about the science being settled on Global Warming. Oh thank God. Don’t worry about the fact that the same man in the same speech in the same paragraph mentioned the wonders of “off-shore drilling” and “Clean Coal” technology. One out of three isn’t bad right? (psst. The IPCC report is falling apart. The G77 and civil society walked out of the COP15 meetings for a reason. They had been committed to it. They were there. Didn’t want to walk out. They weren’t on “Big Oil’s” payroll. You think maybe, just maybe, we should listen to what they say? It’s a global derivatives scam people… ever seen the damage a global derivatives scam can do to economies across the globe?)
“That is the hardest thing of all. It is much harder to judge yourself than to judge others. If you succeed in judging yourself, it’s because you’re truly a wise man.” Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
What would happen, you think, if none of us showed up the next time they threw a big masturbatory, self-aggrandizing, self-important pompous production like the one from Wednesday night? If none of us tuned in?
What if all the PR firms and focus-group blogs went to monitor the feedback from the target markets (aka phony “progressive” website focus groups) and found none from which to draw their coveted market research analysis because we just simply had more important things to talk about than what a liar told us last night?
Would they come to the conclusion that we have better things to do than supply them with next week’s action item reports?
Would they come to the realization that we just don’t care what they say anymore no matter how much their lawyers and sales reps focus group it to death?
Would they finally come to the realization that we know they are nothing more than banal sand crabs living in fragile little castles who are ceaselessly and constantly terrified of the turning tide?
We will never know.
We will never know because we will never stop debating the contrived revelations of the Gifted Rainmaker in Chief or the aspersions cast by the evil villains from Rightville. You see, we want the spectacle. It’s “Gold”, right? Highbrow Sports Entertainment for people who wouldn’t be caught dead at a perfectly good Monster Truck show.
There’s nothing wrong with Monster Truck shows. You got good trucks and bad trucks and trucks that run over foreign made cars all to make you feel better about living where you do. It’s easy to follow the story-line and you can make up little drinking games while you watch with all your like-minded friends. You even got transformer trucks, trucks that make you think they are one thing then WHAMMO they transform into something else. ”ohhh! Didn’t see That comin. The little blue “Peace Train” turned into a bright red Death Star!” Ah, showmanship.
Theres nothing wrong with Monster Truck shows. They work just fine for what they do. But the State of the Union is f-cked.
The grown-ups’ response, this time, was to advise me to lay aside my drawings of boa constrictors, whether from the inside or the outside, and devote myself instead to geography, history, arithmetic, and grammar. That is why, at the age of six, I gave up what might have been a magnificent career as a painter. I had been disheartened by the failure of my Drawing Number One and my Drawing Number Two. Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.
So then I chose another profession, and learned to pilot airplanes. I have flown a little over all parts of the world; and it is true that geography has been very useful to me. At a glance I can distinguish China from Arizona. If one gets lost in the night, such knowledge is valuable.
In the course of this life I have had a great many encounters with a great many people who have been concerned with matters of consequence. I have lived a great deal among grown-ups. I have seen them intimately, close at hand. And that hasn’t much improved my opinion of them.
Whenever I met one of them who seemed to me at all clear-sighted, I tried the experiment of showing him my Drawing Number One, which I have always kept. I would try to find out, so, if this was a person of true understanding. But, whoever it was, he, or she, would always say:
“That is a hat.”
Then I would never talk to that person about boa constrictors, or primeval forests, or stars. I would bring myself down to his level. I would talk to him about bridge, and golf, and politics, and neckties. And the grown-up would be greatly pleased to have met such a sensible man. Antoine de Saint-Exupéry