First, let me say, I’m going to blame the kids. I’m not saying it’s their fault, just that I blame them. And I’m teasing, but it is connected. Four years ago before I ran for office the first time I found myself complaining about things that seemed very important at the time, but I was just moaning over cocktails. Someone who’s known me long enough to know how I raised my kids called me on it, threw a virtual mirror at me and said “What would your kids think?” Or “What have you always told your kids?” Or something of the kind. Anyway, they were right. You can’t raise your kids one way and then wimp out when it matters. I realized that in any elected position the candidates are drawn from the general population, not just professional politicians, or at least should be. I found the right office, asked for information, and the ladies behind the counter were extremely pleasant and more than willing to explain the process and the information in the packet they supplied to me free of charge (having been paid for by our tax dollars). That’s a good thing, by the way. One function of government is to be open and available to the people, all people. I went home, read it over, thought about it, and went to work and on with my life. Various issues came up over coffee later on that week. A lovely lady artist commented that I couldn’t run for anything, that I didn’t have any money and no one’s ever heard of me. Before I could open my mouth the folk singer behind me said “Oh, now you’ve done it! Don’t tell her she can’t do something, she’ll go and do it.” So there I was learning about running for office, figuring out how my party works (up till now I’ve just voted this way, now I really had to start attending meetings regularly) putting together a team, campaigning, press releases, working computers, all that jazz. I really came from behind very late in the game but I was still in the game and that’s what counts. I didn’t give up, and that should count for something. And about blaming the kids, if it weren’t for them and their friends I wouldn’t have some of the experience I’ve gained that made me opinionated enough to complain, find out how and then run and that friend wouldn’t have had the leverage to push, and I might not have cared about the future enough to try to make a change. My daughter Catherine was the first person to sign my petition. My son Sean signed as soon as he could. Even though I didn’t win I know my kids are proud that I tried. How often in life do you get an opportunity to find out that your kids believe in you? That alone made this worth the effort. Win or lose, I’ve already won.
Man of La Mancha was on TV this morning. I had it on in the background while doing housework, in spite of knowing it’s eventual effect (that I would stop cleaning and start watching). If a candidate does not hold to these ideals and is not moved to tears by this film then they do not deserve your vote. If you want to hear the song, copy and paste this:
Upon further consideration, I do believe there is truth in this rant from another part of the film. Cervantes’ rant on sanity and madness, too much sanity may be madness, to see life as it is and not as it should be. To watch that copy and paste this:
“I come in a world of iron to make a world of gold.” So many wonderful quotes. I’ve tried to find a way to comment or to put this in my own words, but there is no way to say it any better than it appears in the film.