Why I’m “obsessed” with politics

If you’re on my Facebook Friends list, you know I’m a serious political junkie. And even if you’re not, you probably know it’s a vice I admit to freely. But you may not understand why.

I grew up with a quiet father who observed the world closely. He didn’t say a lot, but he didn’t miss much. And he read constantly. I spent evenings in his lap as he read the paper and a host of magazines. He read a variety of sources, and he never took any of them as the gospel truth. He asked a lot of questions, and he never assumed he had all the answers. But he worked diligently to inform himself. I’d venture he was one of the best read men in the neighborhood.

That’s how I was raised. And like my father, I read – a lot. Why?

I learned from my father that it mattered. The political decisions we make – not individually but as a society – set our course. So if we choose poorly, we all pay. That is the tyranny of the majority. That’s our democracy.

So for 30 years I’ve been tracking our political record, and it sucks. I’ve paid more in student loan interest, earned less and am now watching my kids (and yours too) struggle even harder than I did because my generation and succeeding ones have made poor choices based on misinformation we’ve been fed by corporate media.

How do I know this? I’m part of the system.

I was trained as an artist to create illusion, and I work in business communication and public relations. I know how word choice affects perception, and I know how color, perspective and design play on emotions. I can spot the frame almost before the words are out.

Additionally, I care about the people I live with. I’ve spent 30 years watching family, friends and neighbors get hoodwinked by politicians bought and paid for by corporate interests. Election after election I watch them vote based on emotional reactions to ads and mangled rhetoric, rather than facts, then wonder what happened when they get screwed later.

Consequently, I get a little frustrated when people assume I’ve just “drunk the Kool-Aid.” As I did in drawing class, I try to walk around situations and see them from as many sides as possible. I came very late to choosing a political party, and I’m not terribly comfortable there yet.

So instead of assuming I’m an ideologue, maybe you need to join me in the search for real information and solutions. Maybe you need to start asking questions and looking beyond the morning radio broadcast and the evening TV news for information. (And trash the e-mails – please!) Maybe we need to talk.

Because democracy begins with dialogue; tell that to your congress people as they play chicken with the debt ceiling.

Happy Independence Day.