We are different as Americans. We would be wise to understand that. It would be smart for us to own that we are different in ways that are profound and unique in the eyes of the world. That lotsa people think we’re assholes.
If we could just do that.
I failed to close a deal with a couple from a certain culture the other day even though I understood the cultural division that existed like a turducken between us. I knew what to do. Where to go. But I didn’t. It’s all over but the shouting. And that’s my point. I know people. I know how to do that. I knew what to do but I didn’t do it. I’m pissed at myself because I’m a salesman and I knew exactly what to do, and I didn’t do it.
I tell myself new job and don’t rock the boat on a very public sales floor. Arena. Coliseum. So I didn’t, but I should have.
See, he lied to me.
I should have confronted him. I should have addressed it.
It made me think. People are different at least as much as we are the same. I’m white. You’re a lovely shade of olive. We look different. So what? The difference in complexion is not the point. We really need to move beyond the simple notion of racism and begin to know that cultural differences are what cause unrest.
Despite America being the melting pot of diversity, the last bastion for poor and huddled masses yearning to be free, only recently have we managed to entertain the idea of equality when it comes to those of a different color. So now we opine about our cultural differences as though they’re inherent. Yup. We’re onto something here. They aren’t inherent but they are the next best thing. Indoctrinated. Inside America we have profound cultural divides. The very few Americans that manage to think beyond borders stare at a potent mix of animosity and defiance and realize it’s just outside the door.
We’ve begun to sag in the middle. We’re not what we used to be. Quite a bit of gray behind the eyes and above the ears.
If we could just see the world for what it is and stop viewing it in the context of us. Stop thinking it’s about us. If we could just do that.
And then if everyone else could do that too.
I believe I have just solved everything.
So yeah. Skin in the game. It’s all about how much you stand to lose.
Let’s talk about Anthony Weiner.
I am compelled to put his transgressions into context. That word again.
You have your David Vitters, your Newt Gingrichs and your John Ensigns…………all champions of family values and absolute fucking hypocrites who’s crimes make those of Mr. Weiner look Fisher Price. Anthony Weiner never staked a claim to any of that real estate. Family values. Horseshit indefinable morality. It’s worth pointing out but really beside the point when all is said and done. What he was, was an extraordinarily adept firebrand for progressive thinking, ideas and concepts. He had the courage of his convictions and he demonstrated them with an enviable adroitness made up of equal parts humor, intelligence and aplomb. As an unapologetic liberal, I liked and admired him.
An ideal beast.
What frustrates and disappoints me so profoundly is that his indefatigable pursuits and powerful confidence will be forever be compromised by pictures of his hairless torso and a horse package barely contained by a pair of gray, butt hugging briefs. Just what the fuck is up with a man so obviously intelligent and talented, overtly courting disaster by so recklessly inviting a foregone conclusion via such public media such as twitter and facebook? Mind bogglingly dumb. Obtuse. Ridiculous. Embarrassingly stupid. What the hell?
Understand the danger here, if John Edwards for example, had managed to further his charade a step or two more, John McCain and Sarah Palin would be our current ringmasters. If that doesn’t scare you, call 911 so at least a professional can check you for a pulse.
I’d love to tell you that I’m baffled. That I’m confused. That my mind can find no purchase into this mystery of hubris and foolishness. But I think I understand. It’s the same thing that mysteriously manifested with John Edwards. Lead Singer’s Disease. LSD for short. I’ve dealt with a lot of lead singers and lead guitar players, programmers and producers. I was one of those and I was a cocky motherfucker. A lovely woman who now hates me described me as “puffy”. Every public person, celebrity, elected official and local news anchor struggle with and suffer from such malaise. The good ones rise above it. The weak ones succumb. The in between ones, the huge majority, end up being exposed or not but they are always guilty by degrees. The personality requisite for fronting a rock band is more than similar to that of a politician. When they don’t get that record deal or fail to get elected, the reaction is always bitter and blame is everywhere but on them. When they do succeed, a sense of privilege or entitlement begins to take hold.
I was in between and guilty by more than a few degrees.
For an ordinary individual, this could very well be all but a victimless trespass. No actual live penis insertion. Nothing hot and sweaty. No exchange of fluids. Still, a matter for wife and husband. But in the instance of an ambitious, publicly elected federal representative, victims are abundant and prolific. His constituents, colleagues, friends and family. I am none of those. You probably aren’t either, but he was much bigger than all of that. So at the end of the day, it is you and it is me. It is. We pay. His voice is no longer viable; he’s no longer credible. He did take on dragons in his day. Flying, fire breathing serpents will no longer be on his list. He’s off our list of brave warriors for probably ever.
“Who are these men of lust, greed, and glory?
Rip off the masks and let’s see.
But that’s no right – oh no, what’s the story?
There’s you and there’s me……” -Supertramp “Crime Of The Century”
I wish fiercely that Big Bad Bill would not have lied about his blowjob. He should have told that vociferous asshole Ken Starr that it was none of his business. Anthony Weiner should have done the same from the start. After all, no crime was committed.
But, I’m absolutely furious with Mr. Weiner for so thoughtlessly engaging in behavior that jeopardized everything he stood for and everything we stood behind him for.
Anthony Weiner, you shameless prick, pun intended, do I think you should resign?
I believe Democrats should hold themselves to a higher standard than Republicans, who quite conspicuously do not. We must be able to wake up in the morning, look in the mirror and own that we are better than them. They claim the moral high ground but we actually hold the deed and we’re paid up. I’m more than sure that Anthony Weiner is a better human being than Andrew Breitbart, Rush Limbaugh or any other right wing fucktard, goofcock, dipshit that masquerades as journalist these days. It’s a tough call. I really liked him. I’m conflicted. What he risked is all we who supported him hold sacred. He did that willingly. What he’s done is inexcusable, not for what it actually was but for the inevitable consequences.
I must tell you that I never judge a man or woman for such failings. It’s not my business.
But his goddamn nonchalant insouciance pisses me off in light what is so glaringly evident. He forced his actions into our purview.
So yes, Mr. Weiner. I suggest you take a walk. I sincerely hope you can repair the damage done to your family and friends. I suspect you can still prosper in life as a private citizen. You are clearly bright and accomplished. You’ll be fine, provided you can make peace with those close to you. It’s not that what you did is actually so bad. It’s that you so casually disregarded why we all believed in you for some spurious pleasure. You lied about it. You are a rockstar no more.
Your best efforts from here on in, will merely bruise the message.
I suggest you start drinking heavily and walk away.
Today, because of you, we all lose.
I thank you with all of my heart and mind for your service.
Please step away from the vehicle.
Drinks for my friends.