"There are two kinds of people in the world, those who believe there are two kinds of people and those who don't."
— Robert Benchley (1889 -1945)
US Actor, Author and Humorist
The hitch with taking sides is what I call the "Bush Syndrome." In theory, I suppose there is something about which the current President Bush and I agree. (I will not waste our time trying to think of it now.) The problem I have with the man and the President is his "you're either fer me or agin' me" attitude.
If President Bush has one lasting legacy, I fear it will be that the "Bush Syndrome" (BS for short) will continue to dominate our lives and culture for decades to come. Since BS has become policy, it seems we may no longer agree about some things, yet disagree about others. In a world full of BS, it's all or nothing.
This election year, BS is most evident in the ubiquitous blue and red political map. Just imagine what we could create if this aesthetically-challenged graphic was enhanced with a little Green Party here, a smattering of Libertarian yellow there. I'm no artist, but I know enough about the color wheel to understand that by mixing these four colors alone, we could create a true rainbow of representation.
I believe in making choices. When presented with chocolate or strawberry, I'll take chocolate every time. If it's Michigan vs. Notre Dame, I say "Go Blue." But, I don't hate you if you prefer strawberry. I try not to take it personally if you are a Fighting Irish fan (although this takes some effort). It's true that some of our choices are vitally important — life or death, even — but most are not. Most of our choices are simply preferences with no intrinsic value. So go ahead, pick your side, root for it, defend it, but be sure to inoculate yourself against BS first.
"I am the decider, and I decide what is best."
— George W. Bush
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4 comments:
No Mr. Bush you are not the decider to decide what's best. That's a dictator. That's why you've got a cabinet. I like the map you chose, it's very pretty. I choose Moose Tracks icecream. :)
There may be a third answer, but then the world becomes a multiple choice problem, and I prefer either a, or b.
This is very wry; thank you for a fun essay. And I love the Benchley quote!
How dare you post those awful words in a public forum? I'm referring, of course, to 'that place in Indiana' whose name shall never be uttered.
I'm with Molly on the Moose Tracks, though you really haven't lived until you've tasted Mitchell's tropical flavors here in beautiful SF.
Just 7 more months until he's gone...
I believe my true colors (maize and blue) come shining through in this essay, although perhaps I could have identified the offensive party by location, rather than directly by name.
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