You're never going to be as cynical as the corporations and the harem of politicians they pay for. It's like trying to outchant a Buddhist monastery.Politics, goes the old joke, comes from two words: poly, meaning many, and ticks, meaning blood-sucking creatures. This observation causes people to smile wryly and shake their heads, because everyone knows it's true. Politicians are greedy: what are you gonna do? They broke their campaign promises: well, business as usual. They're unsavory, untrustworthy and generally unpleasant: politics, am I right?
Last month, Congress hit a historic low in unpopularity. According to a Gallup poll, only 11% of Americans believe Congress is doing a good job, while 86% believe Congress is screwing up. Eleven percent. This means that Americans are more likely to believe that Obama is not an American citizen than that Congress is doing a good job. More likely to believe that the moon landing was a hoax. And although I can't find a poll for it, probably more likely to believe in fairies.
This is not how politics is meant to work. We are being sold out by the people meant to represent us. And, as Bill McKibben points out in a recent article, it's our cynicism about the process that is letting it happen. Every time we shake our heads and say, "Well, what can you expect?" as we let another atrocity go by, we allow the system to become worse.
We have staffed our government with employees of corporations. They do not work for us; they work for those who pay them. Nearly half of our congresspeople are millionaires, and their net worth grows daily, even as they vote to worsen the economy. And yet people simply say, "Well, what can we do? The next crop will be just as bad."
We can change the rules. We can stop the billions of dollars of corporate bribes that flow into the system. We can quit pretending that the game is not crooked, and we can force it back into balance. It won't be easy, and it won't be a permanent fix -- nothing ever is. But it is preferable to sitting idly by.
Our system is broken. We can and must fix it.
Mood of the Moment: angry
Auditory Hallucination: The Timelords -- Doctorin' the Tardis