so, uhhm this is me.
so, uhhm this is me.
My fist flaw was my eyes. You see I’m what they call myopic. This is a literal fact that I live with every day. My inferior sight was my first metaphor. You see I’m also a mild autistic. I cant see it! All the things I’m supposed to know how to do in a social context, I don’t. I don’t know exactly when to laugh or the difference between, its embarrassing laugh; and its embarrassing so let it alone. I’m the kind of jerk who snickers at funerals, speaks out of turn, changes a conversation mid sentence and falls in love with moments. I am the very embodiment of uniqueness. Normal for me is like a river; you never cross the same one twice.
Early in my life I discovered this fact. I then sought for a solution to the problem. The most obvious and expedient solution was to simply be like everyone else. So I decided to define just who everyone else exactly is. The problem that soon came to light was simply put: there is no such thing as ‘everyone else.’ Each man is an individual and a story all to himself.
So the facts as they stood then were: I exist. I am different. I want to be the same in a general sense.
To expound on the last item of the preceding paragraph, I would like to say that I should have seen this coming. Since there is no ‘standard’ normal person, I would pick a person and ‘do’ them. I first picked my dad as my other options were the family dog and my older sister.
This worked well until round age ten. At this time my inability to grow up without dumping that early shell became obvious. Being the resolute coward and budding social scientist that I was I decided to run more than one personality. One to cover my home base and keep father unit bamboozled. And the other to survive in a society that was increasingly intolerant of useless relics aka my middle aged father’s mind.
At first, and mainly because I had never done it before, the characters started to melt and alloy. This is the only time wherein my character was any kind of original. The frequent weekends and school breaks helped me separate the wheat from the chaff. The problem was that I kept the chaff instead of the wheat. He was happy as long as I was like him. She loved aspects of me but hated herself for thinking that she was responsible for me turning into that page of red ink; my father.
In high school I had a unique opportunity to change the state of things. I shed both personae: the Father one, and the decent primary school student one, in one wash. It was one of the clearest moments of my life. I think all the bullshit was made inert in that moment. Then came the son of all unintended consequences: apathy.
I’m still riding that last kick. I don’t see it now same as ever. The difference it that I don’t want to see it anymore. I have diagnosed my true flaw: the people around me. I have a disease, a cancer flowing through me and attacking my very self and apathy is the cure!
By many measures, the 2012 presidential race is a pit of falsehoods. Too many pronouncements are allowed to hang unsupported in the news-cycle. They are like orphans, instantly forgotten by their sires who insist they never knew them. Talk show pundits and anchormen fan each side’s flames in a self interested ratings bonanza. The truth takes a back seat on a very long bus of priorities. Voters who need information, when they need it the most are forced to settle for whatever bits of it creep out of the gigabytes worth of spam.
An atmosphere such as this demands an apology.
In the original Apology by Plato, Socrates makes enemies of those whose true nature he reveals. It is not merely Socrates who is condemned in “Apology”, but also the truth that he represents. The crowd buries it and its herald along with it.
Mr.Romney lies often and with no muzzle. He has lied about his own actions repeatedly. For instance his announcement that he left Bain years before official SEC documents show. He has lied about Barack’s supposed removal of work requirements from welfare. Mr. Obama lies specifically by use of stretched truths. A case of this was his estimation of how long the economic recovery was going to take after the late 2000s recession. The original “Apology” serves as a skeleton of all publicly driven mendacious epidemics. Ideology is so strong in these individuals that it suppresses all individual scruples. Each side sees the end as justifying the means.
Just as there seems to be a Mitt Romney and a Mitt Romney on campaign mode, there is an “everyman” and also a mob of ideologically bonded “all man.” The latter of whom truth is a relative concept and victory the absolute goal.
The mentality of this mob is one of self justification, rationalization and a perpetual state of outrage that is reinforced by their pseudo-morality. Whereas any one in the political mob can be singled out and individually shamed, the whole is immune to reproach.
This same architecture is repeated in their arguments. Every individual statement made may be simply wrong, but the whole rhetoric comes with an aura of indisputability. The mob needs it’s lie. The mob protects what it needs. The lie is one with them all. It ties them to each other.
Our culture is one which defeats reason. Our political parties no longer represent our causes, they replace them. And these politicians would sooner keep it that way. After all, a party is everything to everyone. So who can really say whether or not it has achieved it’s goals. It exists. Sadly, that is thought sufficient.
The presidential incumbent is really the only player with the history and character capable of elevating this stat of affairs. Mr. Obama is the kind of leader that inspires people and earns their trust. His opponents cannot replicate that effect and so they destroy it’s value by muddying the waters with untruth. His opponents do more harm to their fists than his face when they attempt to attack his character. What they should do instead, is listen to what Plato writes in Apology, “the easiest and the noblest way to avoid censure is not to be disabling others, but be improving yourselves.”