Though I do sympathize with some of the alleged principles of the Democrats, I’ve never been able to muster much sympathy for the party as a whole. It seems to me that the caricature of Democrats as the liberals who want to liberate the wealthy from the burden of wealth, the poor from the burden of work, and human libido from the burden of morality, is only a slight exaggeration.
They have often struck me as the party of emotion over reason and rights over responsibilities. Sympathy for the poor eclipses the economic realties which must me negotiated to actually help the poor, because negotiating economic realties doesn’t make us emotional like the sight of a single mom in a tenement apartment. Sympathy for an anxious young woman who got pregnant after deciding to have sex eclipses the moral obligation to protect children, because the child in utero who can’t be seen doesn’t make us emotional like the young woman who can.
I’ve always disliked the phrase “bleeding heart liberal” used as an insult because Christians’ hearts should bleed for the poor and suffering as did the heart of the one we follow. But that doesn’t mean we should toss our capacity for logic and our moral compass into the sea of our feelings.
However, I must admit that my perceptions are not infallible. Maybe the right person could help me see it differently. Maybe the Democratic Party just needs a representative who could put their ideals in a new light. If they could get the right endorsement—a public figure perhaps, someone highly influential—someone known to be wise, circumspect and contemplative, with a keen ability to see the truth through the spin and fluff of popular media and entertainment.
If there were someone with real gravitas who was known to stand firm on well-established principles in the midst of the shifting moods of the culture—what I mean is someone who can “make the bad guys good for a weekend.” A woman, perhaps, who has the good sense to say to a man, “I don’t wanna hurt you. I just wanna be drinkin’ on a beach with you all over me.” If there were someone whose “reputation's never been worse,” who might compliment a man she’s just met by saying, “Dark jeans and your Nikes, look at you. Oh damn, never seen that color blue. Just think of all the fun things we could do. ‘Cause I like you.”
If only Democrats could have the backing of such a moral-intellectual stalwart.
I’m not sure which is more disturbing—the fact that one of the dominant political parties in our nation would believe that the endorsement of someone like Taylor Swift would influence anyone’s political views, or the fact that they are right.
It all brings to mind the conversation on political candidates in Fahrenheit 451 between two thoroughly superficial housewives:
“I voted last election, same as everyone, and I laid it on the line for President Noble. I think he’s one of the nicest-looking men ever became president.”
“Oh, but the man they ran against him!”
“He wasn’t much, was he? Kind of small and homely and he didn’t shave too close or comb his hair very well.”
It looks like Fahrenheit 451 isn’t so futuristic anymore.
To Democrats who respond by arguing that the same principles got Trump elected, I agree.