CSotD: Consolations of history
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The Better Half wins the election day cartooning nod. How depressing.
Oh. Sorry, Randy. There's probably a better way of phrasing that.
But, first of all, he wasn't up against a whole lot. I mean, jokes about "thank goodness the political ads are over"? Is that all you've got?
That's not so bad for a gag strip — it's better than, y'know, a big bear standing behind a guy who's saying "Quit breathing so heavily. You'll scare off the game." — but I was seeing it in the political cartoons.
Come on, man. "Thank god the ads are over"??? There are political cartoonists out of work who do have a point of view.
Speaking of which, "They're all the same" is not just a cop-out. For a political cartoonist, it's a sign of incompetence. Imagine a restaurant critic who wrote about how it really didn't matter where you ate.
Earn your damn paycheck, or give it up to somebody who will.
On a deeper level, today's cartoon reminds me of a conversation I had with my mother back when I was a kid and knew everything (and which I've probably recounted here before). I said something wise about World War II and she said, "But you have to remember: We didn't know at the time who was going to win."
All those History Channel programs about D-Day and Pearl Harbor and so forth are pretty entertaining now, but only because of the massive spoilers, like the fact that they're not being broadcast in German or Japanese.
But, the actual war itself aside, the newsreels and photos from slightly earlier of Jewish people with six-pointed stars on their coat lapels invariably provoke the question "How could everyone stand by and let that happen?"
Well, they didn't know how that was going to come out, either.
Somebody on Facebook (sorry in advance if you're reading this) was talking about the complaints of voter suppression and asked why, if they didn't like the people who were keeping them from voting, they hadn't voted them out of office.
When the illogic of that was pointed out, the reply was that, when black people weren't allowed to vote back in the 60s, they demonstrated and won the right.
Well, yeah.
Except that they also weren't allowed to vote in the 50s, the 40s, the 30s, back, back … you are misreading what you see on the History Channel if you compress the Civil Rights Movement to a few years in the early-mid 60s.
Maybe my grandkids have time to work their way through another process like that, but I surely don't. And I wouldn't wish it on them, either.
Too many people worked too hard for too many years to simply hit the reset button and make us all start over.
Look: Eliot was right. The world doesn't end with a bang, but with a whimper, and if you're expecting some candidate for public office to stand up and promise Armageddon, or the suppression of freedom, or the oppression of scapegoats, you need to watch more History Channel, because that isn't how it happens.
The other factor in all this is that you never see the crisis that was averted, the disaster that didn't happen.
And so people sit on the airport tarmac and complain and demand compensation because their plane was delayed while a technical issue was resolved, but later on, when they see in the news a story about a plane that went down in flames because of faulty maintenance, they scream for the heads of the people who failed to find and correct the flaw.
One of the ads playing here in New Hampshire shows a young, attractive mother-and-wife type in an open, sunny kitchen, saying that Obama promised to fix the economy, but asking what has he done for her family? The strange thing is that it looks to me as if her family doesn't need a god damned thing. She looks well-groomed and nicely dressed, the house is beautiful, it looks like she's living the dream.
Why didn't they bring in Alice Kramden for that spot? It looks to me like this soccer mom is not asking for the economy to be fixed so much as she's asking for her dream to remain undisturbed.
She's sitting on that plane on the tarmac, complaining about the delay.
And here's an oddity of usage: We talk about "all these Cassandras" with their tales of woe and predictions of disaster, and dismiss them as over-dramatic and delusional.
But Cassandra was right. Her story in mythology is that her gift of prophecy was blunted by a curse that meant nobody would believe her.
And we know how that one came out, too: Despite her warnings, Troy was sacked and burned, its inhabitants were slaughtered and Cassandra, after being raped, was enslaved as a concubine and later murdered.
Not so encouraging.
However, at this point, we do what we can. Here's a song I've posted before, but it's relevant now, as long as you realize that it doesn't mean anything if you just sit there. The people in the song may be optimistic about how it will work out in the long run, but they are far from passive.
Go thou and do likewise.
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