By Judith Gayle | Political Waves
We’re all here to learn, so they say. Learn about ourselves, about one another, about the ‘whole’ in holistic, the ‘commune’ in community. About how to perfect the human condition by experiencing life together, burnishing our souls by rubbing up against one another. If that’s true, we’re surely gemstones in the tumbler today, our intellect grinding away at one another’s sharp points, our emotions tossed hither and yon and our physical reality teetering on the kind of change most of us are afraid to imagine.
Day by day, we move a little closer to that existential crisis point I mentioned last week. There’s a storm brewing named Karen moving in from the Atlantic and thanks to the clown car that is Congress, we have no disaster relief personnel on alert should the worst befall us. The cops that are protecting these shortsighted zealots in our nation’s capital from people with pitchforks and fast moving cars are not being paid, thanks to their stubborn refusal to fund anything without a ransom payout. Since Obama has declared he won’t negotiate with terrorists, there is little or no movement toward ending the stalemate.
Terrorists? you gasp. Terrorists? Yes, quite. We often talk about a third party — a Green party candidate or the melded Democratic Socialism that Bernie Sanders embraces — as if there are two actual political parties enshrined in Washington D.C., but one is not an actual political party so much as a sociopolitical movement to kill off the republic.