As a former political science major, I know how to write papers.  I know a few things about political systems and personalities, but mostly, I know how to BS a fifteen-page assignment.  I can tell you, regardless of my useful degree, that politics today is a joke.

Let’s look at a fresh example: healthcare.

Whatever your position, consider this reasonable thought: there is much room for healthcare improvement, it’s a complex problem, and it won’t be solved overnight.  Obama and his party are giving it go.  And you know what?  If they were seriously plotting to bring our country down, I think they’d choose more direct means.

Their attempt to make healthcare more affordable hasn’t been perfect thus far.  But life is fluid and presents the human collective with ever-evolving problems.  The only intelligent response, therefore, is to create constantly evolving solutions through trial and error.  Yet the conversation surrounding politics, perpetuated by politicians, is far from intelligent.

Has any accomplished individual ever sat down and mastered their craft in a year?  Certainly not.  So why do we expect instant results from those who try to inch humanity foreword?  Well, if you’re a member of the opposite political party, you’re gonna pound your fist on the table a say:

voters!  those other guys are ruining your country!  compromise is for the weak and people who aren’t voted in by the fringe who vote most reliably!  today’s failures are not tomorrows successes!  so we shall sink all attempts that aren’t our own!

Today’s failure’s are tomorrow’s successes.  It’s always been that way.  Look at successful entrepreneurs- most of them have failed before they succeeded.  Please, hold your counter productive efforts for now, listen to NPR, and demand reasonableness from those who claim to represent you.

Maybe the problem is the two-party system.  Or maybe it’s election cycles and perpetual campaigns.  It’s probably way too complex to say its one thing or the other.  But I can’t help but believe that there’s a simple way out.

Imagine a political party that didn’t campaign.

There are, after all, at least a hundred better ways to spend money than on advertisements.  Imagine a political party that didn’t even hold an office.  Who needs the overhead of office space anyways?  Imagine a collection of people who simply moved in a coordinated fashion.  Party members didn’t shout about less bureaucracy or lowering unemployment.  Nope.  They had better things to do with their time.

Because they saw the connection between riding the bus, reducing traffic, lowering costs of road maintenance, and their taxed paychecks, they went out and bought bus passes.

Because they saw the relationship between the things they purchased and the place their money ended up, they went out and spent a little more to buy a bench from their neighborhood craftsman.

And because they realized their time here was short and more significant than money, they designed businesses for the profit of their communities.

They saw the connection between the way they lived, and the world they could build.  Utopia?  I won’t go that far.  But certainly a simpler, less expensive, and more rational place.  They took small bites and chewed.  And eventually, they built a world without politics.

There are two camps on death: It’s an end, or it’s a transition.  But here’s something all can agree on: We don’t know.   Maybe you hope, or maybe you believe, but you do not, and cannot, know.

So what?  Well, this could be heaven.  This could be it right here.  And if you ask me, we are blowing it.  We’ve got terrorists killing people at malls,  schools, and movie theaters.  We’ve got politicians taking a stand by standing around.  And, we’ve got people spending their existence just getting by.

I know this is a common gripe around here, but I keep thinking I can figure a way around it if I keep writing about it.  Probably not, but I’ll beat a dead horse anways.

Imagine a future human civilization where no one struggles to live.  Sustainable food and economical shelter have been figured out.  So what do people do with their time?  They do things that they love.  On pursuits of personal meaning, devoted full-time to causes and crafts and hobbies and skill-building.

There is one simple rule in this place, something that guides everyone’s work and tapers selfish desires.  The fundamental rule of living in this imaginary civilization is that today’s people exist for tomorrow’s world.

In this imaginary civilization, the primary goal of most men and women is to simplify the unnecessarily complicated.  They build the world they wish they already had.  They not only consume, but they produce as much or more.  This is something mankind has alway done.  We seem, however, to be quickly moving away from that core motivation.

This could be heaven.  Why should we be slaves to advertisers, creditors, and paper-shuffling individuals on Wall Street?

Originally posted on The Finite Life:

Here’s a verse I wrote a month or so ago after attending/watching various graduation ceremonies and speakers.


I am
lauded for my accomplishments, praised by my peers
the life of every party, mind too late for my years
pillared by those who love me – grateful to tears
at the same time isolated, a slave to my fears
I am that “could’ve had it all” guy, the wouldn’t pass the ball type
traded basketball hype for excessive alcohol nights
not even mad at y’all, I’m relaying what’s real
wish for minutes standing tall for every day that I kneel
can never say what I feel beyond anonymous verses
cuz there’s always insecurities, that gossipy person
that pause for concern, moments of cautious discernment
the fear of seeing what’s outside these walls of modest internment
plus I’m constantly workin-
another haunted diversion.
too scared to answer if all of this…

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