Every time I walk the dog I remind myself not to think about politics.
Instead I work on my ideas and stories. Worrying about politics is like trying to cure cancer with bandaids. I campaigned in my youth, went door-to-door. I worked phones (man I sucked at that) and cared way too much. I had candidates I truly believed were by far the best person for the job lose and their opponents most often didn’t crash the world.
That’s one of the few good things about our current two party system (which has plenty of problems, I agree) but the basic stability in the past was a comforting fact. No matter how much you hated the person elected, most like another person would soon be elected to do exactly the opposite. And that feels about as good as we can expect in a democracy. Listing from side to side isn’t a big deal. Overturning the boat is.
Moderation in all things, wise words.
“The essential thought is found in the work of the Greek poet Hesiod (c.700 bc), ‘observe due measure; moderation is best in all things’, and of the Roman comic dramatist Plautus (c.250–184 bc), ‘moderation in all things is the best policy”
My father was an editorial cartoonist and believe it or not he was not driven by partisan ideals (imagine that in this day and age). Hypocrisy and dishonesty were his targets. His advice was never to get too excited about any politician. Reminding me that most are reasonably component but at the end of the day, their job is to be liked. To be liked enough to be voted for. I think that always tampered my excitement about any of them, even the ones I support and feel a bond with.
And these elections go on way too long don’t they? So here’s my promise: in the next few months I will try and leave political worrying out of my walks and off these pages.