Are we all centrists on this bus? And is that the same place it was, or will be? No.
Friend Bricker is a conservative, he accepts the necessity of change but seeks a prudent and responsible approach. As one who is on the conservative wing of the extreme left, we can negotiate in a sensible and reasonable fashion, that is, what’s mine stays mine and what’s his is up for grabs.
Starkers is a reactionary, not a conservative, he wants to turn the clock back to a Golden Age that exists only in his own mind. Back then, he might have been a conservative, but that train has long since left the station, it has rung down the curtain and joined the Choir Invisible, its an ex-train. (OK, maybe not my best analogy evah, but what the hell, fast and loose, lets rock!..)
If you were a centrist 10 years ago, you aren’t anymore unless you have moved left. I was a radical ten years ago, and I feel the tendrils of centrism creeping up on me. My views have always been unpopular, I got used to it, but now? not so much.
9/11 drove us, collectively, insane. It provoked Dennis Miller’s Syndrome, an irrational and unreasoning embrace of authoritarianism and militarism. We wanted revenge, we wanted to see bomb-laden jets lifting off from aircraft carriers carrying our righteous wrath to The Enemy. We didn’t care, couldn’t care, that our wrath was delivered unto the innocent. We were insane.
And the rightards rejoiced. They exploited that hysteria for every last ounce of political leverage, God damn their eyes! It was a revolting and reprehensible display of political opportunism, and I am ashamed for us all that it worked so well. But enough, that’s largely over, not even the bad shit lasts forever.
Yet so many of us persist in thinking that nothing is changed, we are all who we were. But that is manifestly not so. If you stand on precisely the same political ground, and the ground moves, you are not where you were. The wholesome, white bread and mayo world of Ozzie and Harriet never really existed, but now even the myth has vanished, it died when Dave came back from Viet Nam a drug-addled paranoid and joined the Hells Angels. The illusions SA sought to preserve have vanished, and he pines away for them, moaning about civility and politeness, weeping bitterly for a vanished sense of propriety, of order.
But the order was unjust, the civility a shallow mask for oppression, like a bigot who uses the word “colored” in polite company when he means another thing altogether, it was a lie. And me and mine and a lot of you worked to pull it down and stomp on it, hallelujah!
The ground has shifted, the Pillars of Heaven shaken, there are signs of change even in Texas, the most stubborn bastion of the rightard Taliban. The last election wasn’t the change, the last election was the manifestation of that change, it had already happened, and it continues to happen.
So, brothers and sisters, pals and gals, the time’s they are a-changing. Lead, follow, or get out of the way. But its time to look at the sign you hang around your neck, if it says “centrist” and it said “centrist” ten years ago, its time to reconsider.
“Life is change - how it differs from the rocks”.