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We watched Barney Frank interviewed on Bill Maher tonight. What struck me most while enjoying his characteristic clarity of thought was the ease and certitude conveying his disdain for the extreme right wing, which has a stranglehold on the Republican party, and the unlikely candidates it has produced. I feel compelled to be part of the campaign against a selfish and mean-spirited worldview, but the easiest way to make a contribution has been to make comments in response to commentary which will fall either on deaf ears or on the choir. I generally put off reading the many political e-mails I receive on a daily basis. On occasion I sign mass e-mail petitions and letters, a high-tech Greek chorus which undoubtedly has no effect on any conservative politicians. I avoid phone banks and have a hard time believing canvassing has much effect. Do I want to just leave it all up to fate and be able to claim some credit by virtue of an occasional $25 donation, a signed e-petition, and, eventually, reluctant participation in GOTV efforts at the 11th hour?
It's the 11th hour I'm addressing here. Has my life always been about the 11th hour? Cramming for an exam, pushing the deadline, dawdling until the latest possible moment to make an appointment, postponing phone calls, procrastinating on sending e-mails--I have been driven by avoidance rather than approach. And when I take steps to prepare for something in advance, it's only to protect myself from the anxiety that comes from missing the boat.
This may all sound unnecessarily self-deprecating, but I'm just going where time is taking me. I only have a few more minutes to get this posted by 11:11 on 11/11/11, and that is the title.
I have nothing to add. Unfortunately, I waited till the last minute and didn't give myself enough time to think it through.
Happy Armistice Day, and may we seek resolution before it's too late.
All Good Things in All Good Time
Time's up.
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| Ft. Campbell Homecoming, Christmas 2008 |
