I'm both a hippy and a gun enthusiast. How, pray tell, can this be classified politically? I'm certainly not comparable to Hunter S. Thompson or to Ted Nugent, both of whom have dabbled with cordite and brass casings in the public eye and both of whom have political leanings that border on the extreme, liberally and conservatively. That doesn't mean I don't share some of their views on life, love and existentialism. But who am I supposed to vote for? Who are you supposed to vote for?
I despise all politicians equally. If your face ends up on television and you have a public political affiliation, I don't trust you. Period. And, no, I'm not going to vote for you because you're the "lesser of two evils." I've been fed that line of garbage since childhood, as have many of you. I have found, though, most politicians in a local setting aren't untrustworthy. They've yet to taste of the power that corrupts.
I'm a militant realist. I defy compartmentalization — and not because I'm unique. Many of you are the exact same way but don't know it yet. I'm more liberal than most liberals on many issues and far more conservative than most conservatives on matters of conservative conservatism. Fairly, I despise our current President just as much as I despised our last one. And the ladder-climbers in Congress? Oh, God! Let's admit that I'm saying what so many of us feel and nothing more. Who on earth am I supposed to vote for when I'm both dangerously liberal and frighteningly conservative? Couple those terms together and you may have a recipe for an interesting column.
Some of us will proudly and mindlessly vote conservative. Many of us will proudly and mindlessly vote liberal. A measurable percentage of us will vote libertarian, because we think, for some reason, that in doing so our vote will be less mindless. I've got news for all of you, and this news is not the result of some jaded worldview - our political process is here to give you the illusion of choice. Ron Paul?! I don't trust you either!
How's this for an issue that actually matters? Is our collective mental state so dreamlike that we've allowed ourselves to be convinced that there is actually a category of food called organic — as if it's some sort of novelty? It's a chic manufactured term thrown at us to make us feel more complacent when we pay $3 for a cucumber and to forget about the fact that we're cancerizing the next generation of Americans! I can't afford to eat the stuff no matter which way you cut it. Most of you can't either. In reality, and this may open a new way of thinking for many of you, organic is a fancy word for normal. There is normal food and there is everything else. And normal is in the minority.
Bare in mind that I'm not arrogant enough to offer a solution. My job is to observe only. So, as I'm being paid to do so, I'm publicly observing that I'm sick of going to our major retailers and tasting chemicals when I bite into an apple — even after I've washed the piece of fruit 3 or 4 times. Find me a politician that will talk about this piece of reality. Find me a congressman or woman who can speak intelligently about apples and they'll have my vote. How d'ya like them apples?
A third party, on the surface, appears more viable now than at any other point in my 28 years. My brain and heart each assure me that if one did emerge to salve my political achiness, it would only be corrupted shortly thereafter. I know this is true. You all know this is true. Come purple-index finger time, please vote militant realist. Keep in mind that in a Marxist analysis of the media, you are the product of televised dribble, not the programming you consume.
We are numbered, categorized, profiled and sold to the highest advertising bidder. Turn off O'Reilly, Maddow, Cooper, Limbaugh, Hannity and the lot of them. And when we stop voting for megalomaniacs that appear as guests at the desks of these megalomaniacs, then we might have a chance at eating a clean apple. For the record, I'm not a Marxist.