Democrats and republicans: catholics and protestants.

    The thing I cannot do, or one of many things: I cannot concentrate on one person, the blame for, let’s say, the US foreign policy manipulations since the 2nd world war. I could go further back to the “beginning,” the Founding, which is when we can start blaming, or forgiving, because the State, Founded State, should make itself accountable. But it did not.  I dunno why this isn’t a thing in the West: maybe the forgiveness of sins eliminates accountability, otherwise the rather excellent Nuremberg would have landed more wisely, instead of a courtroom full of gobsmacked doughboys saying “gash I hope we gattem” less than fifty years after the Indian wars ended.

    And imagine had Joe Biden been brave and not devout, a free human, he could have cut the cord with Bibi. Tens of thousands ago. And not played pass the policy with the next two hopefuls, bound by the same cords of messianism.

    The State lays out it’s precepts in it’s Founding Documents then demands allegiance to them of it’s citizens: “Do you swear to uphold and defend…..” Etc. I know I went through the ceremony, and I felt then, I should have dissented. I would never attempt to destroy the state just question the sincerity of its precepts since I am being asked to swear on them. …. questioning 250 year old musings of elitist slave owners should be part of freedom. And if bits of it appeal, equality and all that, we should ask whether or not the phrases that refer to equality have been lived up to, or not.

   This implicit restriction of freedom might be the core of the two sides lining up and hurling insults at each other masquerading as adult discourse. I see nothing else. But, they should remember, to the relief of the rest of us, they are all bound by the pledge.

    And they aint all that different. Illegal wars since WW2, both teams have done it. Failure to ensure the people’s healthcare, the rights of all citizens to marry, to make love to any consenting adult, to live where they please. Fair days wages for a fair days work. Equality under law. All, all failed at by both parties. In fact the two parties look more and more like Catholics and Protestants of the last five hundred years. Enemies within and enemies without.

     Because I have friends who identify as Republican I have to tell you their identity is not a deal breaker. And almost to a person my Democrat friends claim it is a deal breaker. Which speaks about two things: the Democrat…. And I confess my white maleness. But in this disguise I can hold my seat and provoke. It works miles better than scoffing.

      I’d have a tougher time with the Brahmin of the Tory Party, lets say, but elitism seems everywhere. I dont have any relationship to the elites in either party, I don’t condemn them because it seems such a human weakness, such a Universal preoccupation, of essentially weak people, that I let it be, but the heart of my separation from them is I don’t enjoy what they do. What they are. They are utterly uninteresting to me. Shakespeare didn’t write about Royals or Nobles , he wrote about psychopaths. Who I suppose are interesting, Macbeth is…. but Musk isn’t. To me. Shakespeare was really usually doing the Menendez brothers over and over. Kings, Princes, Caesars, Tribunes, and a long list of lovers. Who are lovely.

    So I won’t go to their clubs or attend their lectures. Attending lectures after the age of 15 is really alien to me. I have attended performances. Or the odd rally, but those days are gone. It is a relief to know the difference, I love going to hear music and watch plays, they fortify me. Catharsis is a lovely thing. Just by the by, Apollo is  the Greek God of music, dance, truth, prophecy and healing. The more he is described the more I see Dionysus, one is known as Oracle the other God of theater. And the God of wisdom is Athena. Female. She is the only one I can imagine sitting at a play. While the other two are acting, lighting, directing, writing, getting drunk afterwards arguing and then fucking. Working. Athena is close to my heart but she is a virgin. Elite?

     Another drift: the Critics say this about Epic, the new Elvis documentary and to a person they say, well I was never an Elvis guy but this opened my eyes. Really? Never? What kind of something makes you impervious to That’s Alright Mama? I was in his grip at 17 I know. It’s didn’t stop me falling for Racine or Tolstoy. Or Keats? Though I do get to Keats through Elvis somehow. Shakespeare through Bob Dylan, why does a modern person construct themselves out of what they are not? There seems not a little of fear in it. Sex does overpower thinking, every time. But to have both running clear and free in the viscera: O what fun. The elites of my tribe have sundered sex. It is probably their greatest achievement. The enemy is so overwhelming and there is no way to surrender to it, and with that Kiwanis gold medal, so our paragons, our statues are made of stern resistance and the misogyny that goes with.

     I just listened to a Novara episode Aaron Bastani meets Adrian Wooldridge. They are discussing Liberalism. Which seems to define as the rights of the individual. As the discussion goes on it clarifies as being about the Rights to property and wealth. There is nothing else neath heaven and earth, no other motive, these fellows seem to say, so to reach Dutch Burgerdom is the pinnacle of success in the heart of the successful. All those fat fellows in Rembrandt. The propertied person is therefore an individualist. The wealthier one is  the more individual. Unique? As synonym? Well no, obviously. One imagines the beginning: the Dutch East India Company. Then the British East India Company. It’s enough to make one interested in India! And I am and they were not. Only in themselves.

     Somehow Adrian manages to marginalize sexuality and “minorities” in Liberalism as hobbies liberalism allows. This is the great Liberal claim, what they allow. As if what already exists and has existed since the first days are finally what the liberal allow. On the sixth day the Liberal rested and had a run around Amsterdam in an Audi before tea. He sees these flustered and beautiful  identities he did not choose to identify till they stood up and said Oy, I am here! as complainers liberalism uniquely tolerates, if not discovered, like Algebra or Manahatta, and for this we should be grateful. I am not. He turns Mary Poppins into a new charming, frightfully English Pan. The God, not the Peter: another virgin. The Daddy redeemed from liberalism by Dick van Dyke, the dance of the Chimney Sweeps and his own frozen self thawing with no help at all.

      Liberalisms rather hysterical limitations as a human system grow and grow. It’s prides and  preoccupations and martial consequences, it’s extraordinary reduction of the human to aspirers to expensive vacations makes just makes me a little dizzy.