I’ll start by admitting that I didn’t watch the State of the Union address last night. I rarely ever do. Some people really enjoy the machinations of the political process. I am not one of those people. It doesn’t come from an effort to be aloof, disinterested, and cool either. I just genuinely don’t give a shit. But if that makes me sound aloof, disinterested, and cool, I’ll certainly take those bonus points. Maybe it’s the Generation X in me, but I don’t personally find a lot of substance behind the rhetoric and so I don’t give it a lot of thought. I’m finding more and more people who are getting to that same place as well, so I don’t feel so alone on Cool Island.
That’s not to say that I don’t care about the country. Of course I do. I live in it, so it affects me to a great degree. It also impacts those I love, those I like, and those I find easy to tolerate; it’s not only about me. If I didn’t care about it, I’d need a nut punch from the Hulk. My lack of fervent support for a particular political party shouldn’t be read as complete apathy. I have my opinions on what issues should be prioritized and how changes should be implemented, same as everyone else. I suppose I lack confidence in the system. I’m even willing to grant that political candidates are being honest in their stump speeches when they talk about the issues they’re going to address. I just don’t think they’ll get very far in actually doing it.
Yes, I just used “political candidates” and “being honest” in the same sentence. You weren’t hallucinating when you read that. Mentally, I threw up when I wrote it.
I’ll continue to participate in the process because it’s pretty much what we do. But I’d like to be more active in my non-giving of damns. As expressed by the late, great Mitch Hedberg:
I’m against picketing, but I don’t know how to show it.