I’ve been away from this blog for months. Much of that time has been spent sleeping, and the times I was awake were consumed with moving from California to Missouri, which has been very much like a Time Warp.
My husband and I moved to the middle of the country because it was in his economic best interest. As we wait for the results of that roll of the dice, the economy has worsened enough that people are demonstrating their pain and frustration in public.
Some relatives and friends of mine are trying to resist the pull of street action against the plutocracy. Like Dr. Frankenfurter, I question this creeping toward fate, when it’s just as easy — and so much more fun — to dive into What You Know You Want.
You know how the song goes, but I think this part really nails the “former” Republicans who are in fact, closet Democrats:
It’s just a jump to the left
And a step to the right
Put your hands on your hips
You bring your knees in tight
But it’s the pelvic thrust
That really drives you insane
To paraphrase, you can jump in with Democrats while hanging on to a piece of your Conservative soul. You’ll find friends who share your values. Most of us are centrists, because that’s always where the political action is. Our events are wild, chaotic fun, and the messy, rudderless Party will eventually focus on the people in the streets.
So Brad and Janet, why not jump in? I know you’re confused. I know actual sweaty, hairy Democracy can be frightening. But isn’t it Nice?