A Possible Reason for the Meanness of Conservatives
Talking to Claire yesterday:
about those times when you find yourself
face to face with a wealthy person who starts to foam at the mouth
about the remote possibility that illegal immigrants—who do the dirty work while the rest of us look away or go on vacation—might receive a bit of basic health care while in this country.
And then this morning:
stopping in mid-stride for no logical reason whatsoever,
while actually on my way out the door to do something logical,
dropping down on my hands and knees in front of the art file,
rifling through, pulling out whatever spoke to my heart
and slapping it up all over the refrigerator.
Ah…
Much better.
Could it be a lack of wildness that drives conservatives to meanness?
A fear of being different, of not looking successful enough,
Of not doing the right thing—does my tie look OK?
Is my lawn smooth enough?
The bland sappy art and the elevator music,
the white walls and the beige carpets,
the high ceilings in big chilly houses with faux stone fronts,
the church services where thousands chant the same words in unison,
the same restaurants with the same food
—none of it nourishing—
appearing every few minutes
along otherwise featureless suburban freeways?
Could it be that all this blandness squeezes the wildness and fierceness
out of their poor denied animal natures
in fearsome and menacing ways?
Thank heaven that
young people are getting weirder and weirder looking all the time.
It just might save the human race.
Talking to Claire yesterday:
about those times when you find yourself
face to face with a wealthy person who starts to foam at the mouth
about the remote possibility that illegal immigrants—who do the dirty work while the rest of us look away or go on vacation—might receive a bit of basic health care while in this country.
And then this morning:
stopping in mid-stride for no logical reason whatsoever,
while actually on my way out the door to do something logical,
dropping down on my hands and knees in front of the art file,
rifling through, pulling out whatever spoke to my heart
and slapping it up all over the refrigerator.
Ah…
Much better.
Could it be a lack of wildness that drives conservatives to meanness?
A fear of being different, of not looking successful enough,
Of not doing the right thing—does my tie look OK?
Is my lawn smooth enough?
The bland sappy art and the elevator music,
the white walls and the beige carpets,
the high ceilings in big chilly houses with faux stone fronts,
the church services where thousands chant the same words in unison,
the same restaurants with the same food
—none of it nourishing—
appearing every few minutes
along otherwise featureless suburban freeways?
Could it be that all this blandness squeezes the wildness and fierceness
out of their poor denied animal natures
in fearsome and menacing ways?
Thank heaven that
young people are getting weirder and weirder looking all the time.
It just might save the human race.
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