I’m going to head out to Clarendon Grill in a bit to have a celebratory beer and some dinner with a few friends because I did something good at work today. And I think I need to start being a better friend to myself and taking myself out for a congratulatory beer. So, I’m going to finish up some stuff and head out. But I have a few things for you because that’s what I do.
I saw the movie “The Ides of March” recently and I thought it was really good…EXCEPT, it definitely casts this drama and tension over the everyday happenings of political work. It is mostly accurate — I would have toned down the partisanism — but the reality is that the work is not so, um, full of intrigue? It’s just the way things roll, in politics, business, higher education, etc. Translation: the intersection of human nature with working toward any goal leads to drama-trauma. Nothing all that sinister there. Of course, the film deals with an actual tragedy and in that regard the heaviness was warranted. But the real take-away for me was the knowledge that the really super-duper meanness I’ve encountered in my short time working on the fringes of politics comes from a place not suggested in the film: the obnoxious subterfuge comes mostly from those not really actively involved in politics. What I mean is, there are a great number of desk jockeys in this city, sitting in cubicles, being cogs in the machine, who are essentially absent from the halls of power. They wield no influence and have little to say that anyone cares to listen to. Those are the people, in my experience, that behave poorly. Perhaps it’s a result of that feeling of powerlessness, I don’t know. And I don’t care. I have no interest in finding out.
Holy mama. I suppose that it’s unreasonable to think this kind of thing might actually play a role in climate differences from year to year?
One thing the world should already know but keeps insisting on finding out: do not piss off the Catholics. Do The Inquisition and Martin Luther mean nothing to you people? As a Catholic, I’m joking of course. But only kind of.
Take note. Because most of us are already sick of your know-it-all whining and will keep you in low-level positions as long as it takes for you to learn some of these lessons. I find it tremendously odd, too, that there are some among you who already know this stuff…I’ll let you figure out why that discrepancy exists. I think I know.
Speaking of that devil, The Nerd-American told me to check this out. So I did, and I laughed. The big boss has told me that possibly one day I can maybe meet George Will. I shall talk baseball with him.
Here, have some music I’m revisiting in prep for St. Patrick’s Day. Because I think this is the inspiration for the song. Just keep thinking of those skate rats…
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.