I don’t know why, considering that the party always makes me feel like an extreme outsider, but I thought I’d look in on the Republican Convention. I tuned in just as Clint Eastwood was doing what seemed like a Comedy Club routine, acting like he was listening to an imaginary Barack Obama who was badmouthing Mitt Romney. We were to guess what the Prez said via Clint responding: “He can’t do that to himself. You’re absolutely crazy!” Well, you saw it.
Later, after the chuckling was done, Marco Rubio tried to rally the Latino vote but Latinos I know I’m sure were going “Chale! Hell, no!” Rubio is quite the hombre, though. But the dude he introduced? Mitt Romney, the man with a Five Point Plan which he zipped through while I was still trying to understand who let Dirty Harry get out of hand up on the stand?
I do recall hearing the man say something about budget cuts and tax cuts and how he’d like to spend the bucks. And that got me leaning forward because this man is always rapping about how the rut the nation is in is because of runaway spending – but yet he wants America to continue as the world’s “lone superpower” with China, I’m sure going: “Yeah, right. Like Clint Eastwood is a match for Jackie Chan – or Charlie Chan.”
But, fantasy aside, you can’t maintain superpower status without opening up the money vaults and getting out of the money’s way because the dough is definitely going to run away. Romney should know that. He might have been a mere lad when we were walking tall and carrying a big stick in Korea in what was called a “police action” instead of the war it was. Cost a pretty penny. And he was probably bullying classmates in high school and didn’t sense all that rage in Vietnam, all that defoliating and other forms of mayhem and the bill for that madness was quite a sum. And we got our superpower tag reduced down a bit as we tried to defend agent orange.
But the bearer of republican hopes for the presidency was very much a grownup when the U.S. set about mining the harbors in Nicaragua and playing hanky panky with drugs and arms in El Salvador and stomping on a bunch of Panamanians as we chased and put the cuffs on our pimp, Manuel Noriega, who outgrew his britches and “freeing” medical students in Grenada who weren’t in danger until the GI’s arrived and covering Desert Storm live – these were not bargain aisle events.
And then we, the superpower, woke up one morning to planes crashing into the centers of our economic and military power, piloted by dank and dark thinking people who sought 72 virgins in the next life.
And the next thing we knew many of our teenage kids, who had recently graduated from high school and heeded Uncle Sam’s call, thinking they were going to learn a trade or earn money for college, were fighting in Afghanistan in a what, if anything, should have been a SWAT like operation, “police action,” if you will, and before we could take in a deep breath we had to drop our jaw while our military launched another illegal war in Iraq, like the one in Afghanistan, called Shock and Awe. And now, like children flying kites in a park near their home we’re fighting our wars with drones – and innocent people die in Pakistan.
And the man who would be Commander-in-Chief didn’t mention any of this in his speech. Superpower thinking has no regard for how man treats man.
Oh, we can scream “No more taxes” to the top of our lungs but this insanity costs trillions upon trillions of dollars. It’s the single reason why we’re broke. And a man who can ignore such insanity wants us to “walk together to a better future?” What could possibly be better about it?
Hey, in this world there’s unfortunately a need for some gun toting warriors and warships and fighter planes and armored tanks but we’ve got all we need along with beaucoup WMD’s to maintain our security; we just need to talk less trash and walk less stompingly and entertain life affirming ideals such as: making gay people full citizens; tending to our pregnant teens; considering how to decriminalize the drinking and drug abuse that stems from the stifling feeling of hopelessness so many of our citizens suffer; seeking ways to acknowledge and face the reality that sexism and racism still prevent us, despite the rich diversity in cultures and races in our midst, from becoming the loving nation we need to become – our anti-Latino sentiments are just downright shameful; questioning why erecting prisons is a growth industry and why overwhelming numbers of black and brown folks are prominent among the clientele; feeding the millions of children who go to bed hungry every night…
And nothing would give birth to hope in our country more than facilitating learning experiences for our children in our schools that encourages them to think critically so that they can find ways to stop the wars and end the apathy towards building a better world that plagues our nation.
Oh, I’m talking about Soul Power. The power of a people who think with a conscience, with an understanding that the whole world has a planet to save and the more together we are in spirit the better chance we have of saving it. With Soul Power we would truly “walk together to a better future.”
Well, our descendants would. And that’s what we want, right?
Note: Mitt Romney would not be the man to initiate such thinking as I’ve laid out here. That should be crystal clear.