Friday, October 12, 2012
We have a little internal conflict these days in the Little House; Spice is deeply engaged by, and involved in, the US presidential election bustle; and I am not.
I freely admit that when I was her age, I was all tangled up by it. But, having seen many presidential elections come and go (the first one I remember was Eisenhower...) - I find it all a great deal less exciting these days.
Is it important? Well, sure.
But- it may help you relax if you can come to truly understand - that what you see going on in the public media is a performance; not government. And the performances you see have little to do with what will actually happen after the elections.
So; really; you might as well relax a bit; and enjoy the chorus lines. Because that's what they are; well rehearsed, singing and dancing scripts written by professionals who are not on stage, and yes, occasionally one trips and stumbles on stage, so we can all go "oooo!"
And, there are the old troupers, and the ingénues.
In amongst all the frenzied kerfuffing (neologism alert) about last nights Biden-Ryan tango, what came to my mind most prominently was Biden's better grasp of old, old advice, long available.
What matters is the emotions engendered, long after the dance; all the "logic" invoked will have been long since lost when voters step into their booths. Was this person strong, or weak; is what will be remembered.
And in that vein of thought, what I dredged out of my ancient neuro archives was this patter song from a very old Danny Kaye movie; The Inspector General.
For those not familiar- Danny is playing an ignorant, illiterate, sub-peasant; who suddenly finds the people in this village believe him to be the Inspector General sent to root out corruption. Admitting he is not, will likely get him hanged. So- this is his pondering how to - fool everyone.
Which- is what politicians do, you know.
Enjoy the song; I love it dearly. And the wisdom it contains is vastly larger than you might think at first.
As usual; if the Blogger player is cranky; go straight to YouTube for it. Be patient! It's a long clip, a bit uneven, but with very tasty bits.
Might as well.
One of my favorite lines of all times: "Up off your knees!! STOP LICKING MY BOOTS!"
That and the end of the song; "Give 'em the Fist! Give 'em the Wrist! Give 'em the .... " oh, my. He slipped one past the censors there, the rascal! The original audiences had to be gasping.