But thankfully didn’t.
Politics is a scary business, especially for someone like me. I’m an introvert and sincerely enjoy being a hermit. I don’t like crowds of people or having to make nice with someone I don’t like, personally or professionally. That’s not to say I don’t like people at all but I can live without them. I had learned how to keep it to a minimum but that’s no longer possible. You see, I’ve had it hammered home that if we want change, we have to willing to step up, step out, and do a whole lot of things that are way out of our own comfort zones if we want the change we’ve been seeking; the change that was sort of not promised to us with Obama.
So, here we are, my husband and I, at a GOP group meeting. I know a lot of the people there and like all of them, though it’s still a bit uncomfortable being in such a noisy crowd. We’ve had some redistricting take place and that was the most discussed subject of the evening. Conservative Republicans lost a lot in this redistricting so that should tell you what local politics is like here. I lost almost a whole precinct in the bargain, myself, and will have to start over collecting voter data and finding who is left in my district to do jobs like poll workers and watchers. Neither of those jobs are glorifying or even gratifying and the pay sucks (watchers are unpaid) so it takes a strong constitution and a whole lot of community spirit to do either one.
The above is background to where I get to the point of almost becoming a Council District candidate. With the redistricting, some of our active GOP members lost their Council men and women and are facing a lack of conservative candidates to become new candidates for the GOP. As the evening progressed, it seemed I was one who had no conservative candidate for the job and the longer it took to learn anything, the more upset I became. I looked at one of our new party Vice Chairmen and said, “I’ll do it.”
Those three little words belie the magnitude of the statement. Politics is not only a scary business but an extremely dirty one as well. Reagan once said that politics is the second oldest profession and bears a strong resemblance to the oldest, which is prostitution. I beg to disagree a little bit with that statement. I would posit that prostitution is far more honest than politics will ever hope to be, so the resemblance is only superficial.
I have not led a pristine life in any way, shape, or form. I’ve made bad decisions based on bad information, and even downright stupid decisions and stupid actions. Those three little words would have opened the mixed bag of my life to which I have only one answer and no excuses: “Yes, I’ve done some really stupid things and made some really stupid mistakes but what’s most important is I learned from them what not to do to be a decent human being. I had to make those mistakes and suffer the consequences not only to understand and accept myself but to understand conservatism. Conservatism is not about being perfect but learning from mistakes and helping oneself to become something better and stronger and wiser.”
This is what it means to step up and cede no ground to those who would change our country from one of individual freedom and personal responsibility to excuses for every bad thing under the sun. I don’t regret my past or future un-pristine life. It is what guides and makes me who I am; unapologetically.
Only in liberal land can one escape the consequences of one’s deeds and that only by having a proxy to pay the consequences for them. While, with those three little words, my entire life would have been combed through to make something bad of me, we have in the White House someone who escaped all that scrutiny to which every one else is subjected. If some little tidbit of information found it’s way into the “wild” it was swiftly silenced. This informs me that liberals will lie, cheat, and steal to have their way while gaming the system against all others, including the so-called moderates. When the system is set up this way, no one wins, including those who did the deed of setting it up that way.
Reagan also once said that the most terrifying words are, “I’m from the government and I’m here to help.”
As to why I didn’t become a candidate, fortunately it turned out I wasn’t needed to do so, after all. I doubt anyone felt more relief than I did, except perhaps my husband, as it is not something I ever saw myself doing with my life. However, the principle or creed that led me to volunteer to do so still stands: If we want change for the better, when there is no one else willing, we have to step up and do the job ourselves. It’s an enormous burden not only on the potential candidate but the candidate’s family and friends, let alone dealing with the machinations of other politicians if one should win the election.
Who would want that? No one except those who seek some other advantage in doing so (money, celebrity, higher office, and other reasons) which is why we have the government we have. But it does beg the question: How can one trust government when government is made up of dishonest people?
If we want an honest government we have to be willing to make the sacrifice because we are working toward something greater than ourselves. We cannot be the “shining city on a hill” if we allow the walls to be tarnished with the lies, thievery, envy, greed, and gluttony that masquerades as caring liberalism.
But “caring liberalism” is a topic for another day.