I just want to take a minute, here, because I actually have a ton to do this weekend. But I wanted to take a sec to deal with a subject that I think gets to the heart of a lot of my thinking and our problem in politics and life.
There is a lot of bullshit in life. It is all over the place. It is in the marketplace and in the academy. It is in schools and in churches and in books and in TV and on the radio and in movies and on the internet.
It's the one constant in life, outside of the very constant and decent impulse on humanity's part to get things right or make things better.
We are surrounded by bullshit. Constantly. It is as if not much more perennial as is truth or understanding or any other such pretensions and more solid understandings on our part.
It is everywhere because we are everywhere. And we are full of it. Constantly. All of us. No exceptions. Me especially.
It's why Mark Twain is so close to my heart. Because he did such a fine job of holding a mirror up to us to help us see better that we are all full of bullshit. And he was right. And he loved us anyway. Which is what we deserve. Because we'd all be in seriously deep shit if the criteria for being loved required that we not be full of shit. There would be very little love in the world. And there is already far too little love in the world, thank you very fucking much.
Bullshit is the rule, not the exception. It is the firmest, most rigid, most unmovable, biggest-boss-on-the-fucking-planet rule that our puny, foolish little species has ever conjured up. We are so familiar with bullshit because we eat, shit, fuck, and sleep with it every goddamn day of our goddamn lives. It is, far too often, the essence of too much of our thinking, our relationships, our loves, our hates, our professions, our personal lives, and everything that that we do. It makes up far too much of who we are, and that just is, as a matter of fact. And we all need a little patience with that because not only is it a fact of our lives, but it is a fact that we spend an enormous amount of time bullshitting ourselves about, not wanting to face up to our clear and present need for more humility in the face of our frequent lapsing honesty with ourselves and others about who and what we really are and what we really know.
Me especially. I'm just reporting the facts.
Having said all of that.
There is life outside of our bullshit. There is reality. A lot of it. So much so that we have built institutions of learning where people do their damndest, themselves full of much bullshit and growing our annual crop of such bullshit at an exponential rate, to sort through all of the bullshit. Presumably they do so just to make sure that this year's crop is consistent with last year's yield and so not to embarrass the plowfolk of last year's harvest into reconsidering their planting methods. But the God's-honest-truth-of-the-matter is that those folks in those schools and universities - those scientists and anthropologists and agronomists and dieticians and economists and astronomers and geologists and historians and political scientists and biologists and chemists and medical professional and literary men and women and lawyers and journalists and all such truth-seeking folks - are all trying, clumsily, often failing, too often disagreeing and villifying than recognizing their own errors - a prediction about humanity that none other than Jesus Christ himself made about our foolish, clumsy efforts on this here earth - to figure out what the hell is really going on.
There really is a reality about the world, including about the people who inhabit it, independent of all that jabbering. And we are all just trying to understand our little piece of it and maybe work with some other folks to see if all our little pieces might add up to something that make the mare go.
People have to figure shit out to make things happen. It's our bread and butter. It's what separates us from the birds and the bees those ill-fated dodos and dinosaurs. For the human species, it's what makes the mare go.
When it comes to figuring out what makes the people go, there's a study broadly called social sciences that is our lumbering, bungling, butter-fingered attempt to get a grasp on The Way Things Are among people and their kind.
And the premise of these there social sciences and the empirical notions that undergird them is that things are independent of our opinions about how things are. And they happen to be right about that, I think, after much experience seeing things as they are not and fucking things up and generally looking like a damned fool believing that the whole enterprise didn't matter, or not treating it like it mattered nearly enough.
At some level, then, politics, economics, history - the whole lot - is like getting a car to move. At some level, you either know what the problem is or you don't. And if you don't, noone gives two shits if you scream it from the rafters or you get a bunch of your goonish friends to pressure the mechanic to say you're right or you argue your eloquent and convincing case till your blue in the face. At some level, either you're right or you're not. Either it's the head-gasket or it's the temperature gage. Either it's the gas pedal or it's the clutch. Either it's the exhaust system or it's the carburetor. And either you're right or you're not. It's not personal. We're just not always right.
And the trick about politics, especially, since the whole nature of that godforesaken ordeal is that it is where we have the most conflict and are, therefore, the most pissed off at one another, is that we never seem to be able to admit when we're wrong for fear that that means that the other group of goons will pounce on our ignorance like Winston Churchill on a cheeseburger.
It's goddamn ridiculous is what it is.
Have you ever seen a group of dumbasses stand around a hood and argue till the cows come home about whether the engine trouble is in the throttle body or the intake manifold? Yeah, me neither. But I can just imagine it, can't you?
Now, obviously, it matters to figure out where the problem is so you can solve it. But the truth is that either you've found the problem or you haven't and either you've solved it or you haven't. The trick with politics and economics, like religion and the weather before them, and the rest of them there social sciences, is that they are often about problems you can't solve as much as about problems you can.
But the fact is that either you have a solution that will work every time or most times and then it's got to finally get the mare to go or the engine to run or whatever other damned fool analogy you've opted for in the moment. And if it only works sometimes or most of the time you can't really ever claim to have some final solution, unless you're Adolph Hitler, and we all know what happened with that fellow.
And, fundamentally, either you understand how that goddamn engines, runs, generally, or you don't. I am of the breed that doesn't, apparent to anyone who does who might be pondering the purpose of these ramblings.
We make politics and economics and psychology and history and the whole goddamn lot too complicated is the truth. As simple as possible and no simpler, as some fancy German scientist once spoke. Either that or we sit around on our brains and pretend like all that knowledge doesn't mean a goddamn thing anyway because we wasted all that time in Ms. Johnson's 4th grade Mockingbirds reading group figuring out how far we could rock back in our chairs without falling and missed the whole goddamn point of the experience.
Either way, the mare's gotta go, the car's gotta run, and we gotta figure out, for real, how to deal with problems that often have to show up as Jesus-on-a-burning-cross in our own front yards before we're man or woman enough to admit we were wrong. Generally things get better the more we treat one another like human beings. Which makes sense since that's the correct species. And we need to understand how life is as it is and not as we persistently wish it to be without some kind of plan or idea to make it so. And it is those blasted ideas that make the big bucks for those well-paid, tenured professors and scientists in their lofty ivory towers making the big money trying to figure out if Pluto is a planet or just a great big rock.
That's the bottom line, though, for anything we have to do in life. And politics is no different. Either we know what we're doing and it gets the job done and it does so while respecting people and principles and priorities that are important to them, generally, or we don't.
Everything else is just the same old bullshit. And even much of what we think is not bullshit is the same old bullshit.
That's why we got logic and reason and science and all that fancy thinkin'. To sort through this mess that humanity has always made for itself, wading waste-deep in our own yackety-yak and pretending that we know more than we do.
We prattle on and on or we avoid conflicts that are seeming to get too heated by saying that we believe this and we believe that and that that's all there is to it. But, at the end of the day, what we believe doesnt mean shit, except to ourselves, unless it makes sense in the world that we live in and maybe in a world that might do it a little better.
We fight about this and we fight about that in politics. But at the end of the day, none of it amounts to a hill of beans without that it actually means something useful that understands better what's under the hood and gets the car moving again. And it does so in a way that treats with respect everyone involved.
Otherwise, it's just a bunch of fools sitting around an engine not knowing what will make the damn thing work. And there isn't much use in that. Except for the company, perhaps.