So a reader-a person who I know but would prefer to know better-commented on the anger post and I took it personally. I was rather indignant, and not in a cute way, that while I am angry (even outraged) I still enjoy life. I believe I can still engage in reasoned, rational debate, even though I am frequently outraged at what is going in the world today. I took it personally simply because I am tired of the association of “angry knee-jerk Liberal,” especially given how hard i try to be anything but that image.
I realized how debilitating that image was a few nights ago at a certain bar on the south side. I got into a political discussion with a few folks who I am aquatinted with, and I did my best to talk about things rationally and reasonably. Thankfully, I didn’t have anything to drink. Booze and politics manifests with a huge increase in the snarky, sarcastic (and, regrettably) belligerent OPB.*
Politics and beer are the rhetorical equivalent of drunk driving.
Anyway, one of my acquaintances was railing against both parties and saying how “Both are fascists and we need to get rid of both of them.”
While I argued with him, and a few others in this particular bar, I realized a few things. First and foremost, I totally saw where this dear reader was coming from. That kind of outrage has got to have a terrible impact on one’s life. I don’t think I often say, “fuck ’em all!” and typically not without reason.
The second thing I realized was how convoluted our political language has become. When my acquaintance was talking about fascism, another one said, “if you can tell me how they’re fascist or tell me what it means, I’ll start paying attention to you.” Nobody in the bar could agree to what fascism meant.** Without a commonly agreed upon language, we can’t really have a discussion. Getting the common language up and running should be a priority.
Finally, and a complete non-sequiter, I’m wondering if I should start blogging about WoW.
* Once, while drunk, my father called a priest friend a “republican asshole” and “kicked” him out of the house. Said priest responded with his own choice vulgar language, and the two laughed it off. They then had more wine.
Lots more wine.
I know from experience that I am the same way.
** I tried to give an explanation, but then we started talking about gay marriage.