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The Lioness

When the lioness first became an marriage and family therapist, she set up her practice in a game reserve to serve the myriad of traumatized animals there. She rented an office and invited all the species in the reserve to come see her for therapy.

She had gone to a good school, and she was naturally gifted with insight. Her first clients observed this, and benefitting from their time with her, quickly spread the word about her skills.

By the end if the first day, several different kinds of animals — water buffalo, deer, wart hogs and rhinos — had come to see the lioness, and many others had made appointments.

That evening, being hungry from a hard days work, she went outside the game park and attempted to run down an antelope for dinner, that being her way , as a lioness. She was unsuccessful, and the terrified antelope got away.

The next day she was startled to find that many of her counseling appointments called on the phone and canceled.

In fact it was the case that no antelope, nor for that matter any of the animals in the area, besides the other lions, ever came to her for therapy again, and eventually her career failed, and she went into another line of work.

She became a safari guide for big game hunters.

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Follow

Once, there were a few followers who decided to get together and form a follow by which they would attract more followers. Success would be more true followers. They came up with a motto, “You’ll fit here!”

Their efforts brought more followers so they wrote a folstitution — in a follified form. After that, they picked up a leader, who had a degree in followology, and they surged ahead.

Things went followingly. More and more people came and soon they constructed a following place and hired more leaders. They fallowed, fillowed and fellowed away.

But with followers, there are two dangers. The first is hate; the second is love. This group fell by means of love.

The first followers bonded with the next followers and became the core followers who unwittingly repelled the new followers by their overly close following of each other. In other words, the followers followed the followers around too much.

And, the following shrank.

When one of their leaders pointed out that they had lost their way, they all agreed. It was obvious. There were now less of them. So they formed strategic strategies to again attract new followers. They created followerizing events, but they mostly just followed each other to and from and around these events .

The death nell rang for the organization when everyone who was left knew that they had lost the power to attract more followers but stayed in the follow anyway. They had grown so comfortable with their fellow, failed followers that they just couldn’t leave.

The motto they had begun to live by was “We fit here!” And they lived that out until there was only one of them left.

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Framed

Once upon a time, in a very near land, a group of framers came into bitter conflict with a group of anti-framers.

The framers insisted that everything be framed. They like a sense of line, of border, of box, of defined space, of in and out, of this side and that, of boundary and partition.

Their hero was the man in the frame, splendid in his uniform. His shoulders were squared, his beard trimmed, his eyes fixed and unblinking, his medal in perfect position on his chest, his decorative frame ornate, the glass that covered him clean and bright.

The anti-framers didn’t. They didn’t like a man enclosed, a line that separates, a sense of edge, a covering of glass. They didn’t much care for a one-thing-in and a one-thing-out, a sense of separation in the world. They liked a migration here, a movement over there, an uncaged land, a blurred edge, an open space.

Their hero was a woman in a field, her dress askew, her eyes half-closed, her mouth smiling, her body in motion, jumping over a fence, her arms spread wide like wings, her hair out-flowing in the wind.

And so the groups drew up battle lines, and took their stands, the “This-is-the-way-it-is!” and the “What, are you kidding me?” kind of thing. “We like a frame!” proclaimed one side emphatically, “We hate a frame!” wrote back the other defiantly.

And then one day it happened, what no one at all thought was possible. The man in the frame jumped out, and ran hard for the edge, and crossing it ripped off his medal, and flung it in the grass and tearing off his uniform ran like crazy across an open space and disappeared into a hazy horizon. Boom, he was gone, and everyone was stunned.

The Framers were aghast! They vilified him greatly, and took his empty frame down off their wall.

The Anti-framers were cool about it all and gathered in huddles and said it was no big deal, that it was no one’s business what the man in the frame did or didn’t do, and that he could have his medal back if he wanted, or not, as the case might be.

And then, it happened again, or something nearly like it.

The woman who was jumping over the fence, landed on the other side, looked back, and standing very still seemed deep in thought. Then she pulled herself together and stepping resolutely back across the fence, she walked slowly straight into a frame. She stopped there, in the center of the square, and buttoning the top button on her dress, and pulling her hair back, her wry smile transformed into a look of sudden relief.

The Framers cheered, and gathered around her frame to show support.

The Anti-Framers?

They couldn’t believe their eyes, and proceeded to vilify her greatly for her betrayal, and they attacked her with new rigor, railing at her chosen lines, her new found border and her protective glass.

These two events had a profound effect upon the land. The Framers went to work and drew up tomes of law and rule, they codified and rigidified and recruited too.

The Anti-Framers did the exactly the same, and grew increasingly adroit at systematically and methodically deframing the land.

And so it went until the world was completely divided into the framed and unframed, and the sides filled up, and the battle lines were drawn, and then the thing that hadn’t happened yet — it happened.

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The Individuos and the Groupos

Once within a time that fit inside another time, like one matryoshka doll nested inside of another, lived a pack of Individuofists.

They believed in being responsible! They put forward the compelling idea that everyone was responsible for their own behavior. The value of individualism was astonishingly obvious to them!

If a person made a mistake, that person should own the mistake and repair it. If a person made a success of something, that individuals hard work created the success. They didn’t hold to handouts, to entitlements or to living in Harmony Societies.

Within that time, existed another time, and it housed a snarl of Groupogamists who believed differently.

They strongly believed that everyone was responsible for everyone else. If a person made a mistake, the group gathered around them, to help them and encourage them and to own the problem and the solution. If a person had a success, it was understood as a systemic, societal and social success.

For them, no one either failed or made progress alone. They didn’t hold to individual medals, to top dogs or to living at Walden Pond.

In the course if time, it was inevitable that the groups would meet and they did, as time ran on into time.

It didn’t go well.

“The world is individuistical!” said the Individuofists.

“The world is grouponomous!” said the Groupogamists.

“Groupo!” the Groupos chanted.

“Individuo!” the Individuos rejoined.

“Flufficate!” the G’s insisted.

“Mummificate!” the I’s countered.

And then it happened.

In all the yelling and stumping and politicizing one of the Individuos snuck off with one of the cute Groupos who also had taken a break from all the yelling, and they sat down on the grass by a pretty stream and hobnobbed, consociated and fraternized for a bit.

That led to making eye contact, which led to smiling, which led to some nervous confabulating, which led to some hilarious mockifying and a bit if scornificating, which progressed into some loud guffawing followed by some perfectly delicious kissing, which of course led to snuggling, which in a trending manner led to the most shocking thing the world had ever seen up to that time, cross-over-marrying and the vain production of groupo-individuo offspring!

This was unbelieveable, and unacceptable, to both sides, and so the indies came from one side and the groupies from the other side with weapons, and they fell upon the groupo-individuo family and slaughtered them all.

After that, and a bit of cleaning up, the two groups marched in rank and file back to their own matryoshkas and groupificated and individuated and political partificated, as they were want to do, and finished off the day with a bit of pompo-distinctiobufricating and a fair amount of justiofamification too.

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