I’m retiring from politics. I’d managed to avoid engaging in the political quagmire for months on end, largely because I publicly pledged to do so after the media and politicians created an extremely volatile, self-fulfilling prophecy of racial discord, hatred, distrust, and violence, all in the name of advertising clicks and other ulterior motives. I knew dipping a toe in that toxic cesspool would be sheer masochism. Anything you say about politics, any position you take, is going to be controversial and make you a target of hatred, even if you are resisting extremism or trying to bridge the gap between binary belief systems. In today’s political climate, when you advocate, root for, oppose, or resist whichever political position, or candidate, you become a front-line grunt fighting in the culture war, rushing headlong into the roaring slaughter.

But you must participate! It’s your civic duty! You must vote! White silence equals violence! You are either with us or against us! All art is political! If you are not political, you are supporting the status quo! All tyranny needs to gain a foothold is for people of good conscience to remain silent! And yet, if the tyrants themselves stayed home, there would be no tyranny. You only want people to get out and vote if they are going to vote for your candidate. What if there was a war and nobody came?

Recently, I succumbed to anger and indignation at the outrageous hypocrisy, forehead-slapping-worthy inanity, and gratuitous violence and destruction that are the tragicomedy of American politics. I’d say the dominant emotion was anger. I went to sleep angry, and I woke up angry.

I vented my spleen in a couple long posts about how we’ve given up on truth in favor of narratives, and how this is not the time to crush our political adversaries. I spent an entire day, and late into the night, crafting that last one, with edits the following day. And that means I didn’t do art, or exercise, and otherwise derailed my routine. Maybe it did some good to combat the narrative. Maybe it was a waste of time.

I noticed what it did to me, and how it made me feel. Suddenly I was in the fray, fighting in the international political culture wars. It was doing more immediate damage to me than any good I could hope to achieve. I knew this already, and it’s why I didn’t engage in the voting season, which is the season of anxiety. But here I was reminded again, because of the stark contrast to my general mental and physical state before I chose to put myself on the battle field. Politics are toxic shit. Or is that, “politics is toxic shit”? Ah, you say, “his politics are toxic shit” but “politics is toxic shit”. In that case it’s grammatically correct to say, “Politics is a shit sandwich”.

I didn’t do the art, just added the text.

If I don’t write about politics, than it has much less of a deleterious effect on me, because I don’t feel as compelled to research it, understand it, get all my facts right, and I’m not busy honing interior dialogues in my head. I’m not waking up in the morning with a realization I need to type up.

I had altercations with family members who strongly support one end of the political spectrum, or are at least fervently against the other. I shut down someone who made a comment on my blog that I found highly offensive. I’d have been better off playing computer games.

We’ve reached a fever point of competing, one-sided narratives, so that any divergence from allegiance to this or that set of conclusions can pit you against your neighbor, or family members. This is partly due to the wild accusations, exaggeration, and the most inflammatory adjectives used to demonize the opposing elite politicians jockeying for a seat at the table of power and influence. If people demonstrate and break windows for your team, they are exhibiting unrest. If the other side does it, it’s domestic terror!

We are meant to take it onboard as our own life and death struggle which elite politician in the ruling class will be crowned king or queen of the prom. That would be more absurd, if the media and politicians hadn’t used the country as a toy, fomenting hatred out of thin air, in order to conquer political territory and claim the bounty. If nobody took the bait, most the problems that make it onto our dinner plate would vanish.

Even this post is political, because people will obviously insist that whichever is their political or ideological opponent really is all that horrible, that there’s no exaggeration, that there aren’t words strong enough to convey the horror! They might say that the media and politicians didn’t create the problems: it may have inflamed them a bit, but surely they didn’t manufacture them out of thin air. They may insist it’s my duty to fight for their cause, or I’m part of the problem.

2021 is starting off even worse than 2020. But part of what made last year suck so hard was internalizing the conflicts, getting angry about this or that idiotic behavior, worrying, debating, and creating stress. In order to do my best to salvage this year, and not have a repeat, I’m going to try not to post anything about politics. I did manage that for months on end last year — and it was a relief — so I know it’s possible. It also means not making comments on other people’s blogs, or YouTube videos, and not responding when family members share their political views, or the political news they think is urgent.

If you insist I fight for a cause, and that I must be political and take a side, than consider my silence my fighting technique, and my staying out of politics my cause. Go tell a Buddhist monk that silence equals violence. Anyone whose managed a few minutes of decent meditation– I’ve got at least 5 under my belt — knows that real silence is an achievement in itself, and has its own broad, radiant, effusive power. And you can always just be glad I’m not fighting on the other team.

I’m afraid the cadres will have to go to war without me. I’m going AWOL.

Ant Man Goes AWOL, by me.

~ Ends

13 replies on “Runaway Rant: Participating in politics is inviting war into your life.

    1. Thanks, Barry. Not only is participating in politics diving into the toxic pool of the culture wars, I’m afraid it’s no longer safe. Our “democracy” has become a “hypocrisy” where free speech is no longer protected, or even valued, and there are severe punishments for those who disagree with the party.

      As someone who lived in China for nearly 5 years, I’m afraid America is becoming more like China than the other way around.

      Other people say everything I have to say about politics, and have much larger venues. Anything I say about politics is second hand. When it comes to art, that’s where my individuality shines, so I need to protect my own voice, and cultivate my own garden in peace.

      But I will still do rants, just not about elections, and only obliquely about the master narrative that’s being crammed down our throats.

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  1. “To be hopeful in bad times is not just foolishly romantic. It is based on the fact that human history is a history based not only on cruelty but also on compassion, sacrifice, courage and kindness.

    What we choose to emphasise in this complex history will determine our lives. If we see only the worst, it destroys our capacity to do something.

    If we remember those times and places where people have behaved magnificently, this gives us the energy to act, and at least, the possibility of sending this spinning top of a world in a different direction.”

    ~Roshi Joan Halifax PhD

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    1. Yap. Not only is engaging in politics unhealthy for the mind and spirit, it’s no longer safe. Democracy disappeared. We now live in a hypocrisy. So, I need not even bother with the world’s problems, or agonizing stupidity, if it doesn’t land directly on my doorstep. Living overseas, the election debacle, the protests against highly questionable integrity of the election, or the months of mostly peaceful attacks on western civilization need not have affected me in the slightest.

      If the the US of H (for hypocrisy) persecutes rather than values real diversity of thought or opinion, that I can merely watch it face-plant with amusement from afar.

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    1. That’s my general rule as well. And there’s really a lot of opportunity for that, since the art world was taken over by politics more than a decade ago. Since my divorce with the art world, though, I’ve been commenting less on that as well.

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  2. Take a break from it and make a deal with yourself to live your best life. Unleash your creativity with your art, forget the politics, especially the private companies that are taking over our world. I am sure you saw all documentaries on Amazon, FB etc…

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  3. being old, as I am, Ive seen big change. When I was twenty and bumming around Europe you could actually ignore the world. I would find a week old Paris Harold Tribune and devour it. Then It wasn’t the breathless “everything is a crisis” crap we experience now. I know this affects brains, reality models, mine and billions of others in the “developed” world. Not for the better, very much for the worse. We do not live in “the” world, each of us live in “our” world. In Ecuador where I wintered until recently I remember being reminded of this change. A young tourist was hanging out at my watering hole on the square. She wasn’t there getting to know other cultures. She was there to use the wi fi and talk to her mother THREE hours every day! At her age, in Malaga in the 60’s, I remember having to schedule a call to the states days ahead. For too much money I’d get a few minutes to tell the family I was still OK. That was every couple of months. This sheet does affect minds, don’t imagine it doesn’t. Good luck….

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    1. Nice observations. Well, the observing part, not what is observed.

      My first year living in China my only contact with the Western world was an occasional email, which I had to do from very unpleasant internet cafes. I’d send out a group email, and read the responses a week or so later. Gradually, I wrote less and less. Without internet, or a TV station that wasn’t in Chinese, I knew virtually nothing of what was going on in politics, or even outside of the little city I lived in.

      It was one of the best years of my life.


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