That was a great line in “Brokeback Mountain” spoke by one cowpoke to the other. And this week I heard it in reference to party politics. A neighbor came up and informed me that he’d just been to Helena, our state capital.
“The Republicans are plum out of their minds up there, ” he said. He was referring to the new batch of nonsense that clog up our legislative process every two years although it sounds like the atmosphere is not as bat-crap crazy as last time.
“I bet they are,” I replied. “Yes, they are bat-crap crazy and it’s why I guess it’s good to keep an eye out at the local and state level. But I’ve quit politics altogether since the D.C. bunch seem either incompetent or crooked but probably both. Nope, don’t want to play anymore. ”
“Well, I wish I were where you are,” he declared ruefully. “But I just can’t quit ’em. Wish I could though. ”
He then shrugged, tipped his hat and made his way out the door.
I admired his honesty. Party politics is an addiction. People get the warm fuzzies (John Michael Greer’s term) around the halls of power especially if they let you feel like your a player. But like all addictions, the love that one has for it is mostly unrequited. I’m glad I quit the party politics part. Not sure when I’ll quit blogging about it though.