Do you love or hate either/or thinking? Makes your head hurt, right?
Is it hot or cold? (Well, actually, it’s kinda…)
Is it day or night? (Kinda dawnsy/dusky, as far as I can tell…)
Are you a Longhorn or an Aggie? (Go Owls?)
Chocolate or vanilla? (Uhhh…)
Is this a long trip or a short one? (Middlin’?)
Are you a Democrat or a Republican? (I’m a Bull Moose.)
Are you a Conservative or a Liberal? (I try to be a thinking person…)
And we wonder why we have this binary, blood-spitting polarization in our body politic?
Our language permits nothing else. Our system supports nothing else. We have no options. There is no room for calibration. Nuance is a no-no. There is no political continuum, just two and only two shoeboxes. And, yes, you have to pick one and climb into it!
This inbreeding has done to us as citizens what it does to cocker spaniels. We’re crippled, blind, stupid and helpless. And we tend to pee ourselves and soil our fur.
How could it be otherwise? We have created two parallel political universes, separated by light years of vacuum. So sound does not travel between those universes.
I once heard that “Willie Mays’ glove is where triples go to die.”
Our two-party system is where logic, reason and rationalism go to die. And this cemetery is getting pretty crowded.
More tomorrow. And probably more Saturday.