I’m not in love with politics.
I’ve never been one of those people who throw on a straw hat and run around with a megaphone, waving the flag, and shouting sound bites.
I do kind of like complex systems, though. I love intermodal shipping. I’m passionate about the giant crane that takes apart a train and puts the boxes on a semi or a ship.
I’m not going to talk about a good candidate and an evil candidate. For what I’m saying, the individual candidates, regardless of their ideas and their platforms just don’t matter.
The conversation could be yellow or green Popcicles, and it wouldn’t matter.
It’s two choices, with the country, with the system, swinging back and forth between them. First one way, and then the other.
And the major political parties? Two kids on the same swing, both pumping as hard as they can, and both blaming the other kid if the swing goes too high.
When the swing goes too high.
You know that feeling, when you’re trapped on a swing with two bigger kids pumping, and the swing set’s feet start lifting of the ground? After a while, the whole thing starts rocking. BANG, BANG, BANG.
And you know that sooner or later, it’s going to tip over. It has to tip over. The momentum just keeps building.
You’re terrified, and you want to get off, but the big kids won’t let you. They’re not afraid. They’re having a great time. They love it.
After all, they tell you… when the swing set finally tips over, it’s going to tip on OUR side. It’s okay, you baby. We’re going to WIN.