I’m not surprised that no one really chose to address the central point I was trying to explore the other evening, although interesting comments were most certainly offered.
It discomfits, deeply. This notion that it might be incumbent on any of us, and that’s most of us, who find ourselves in a position to speak, instruct, write, show up - to take responsibility for our words. Or our posters.
It’s much more fun to just toss them out, use them with studied abandon, abandon increasing as the applause rolls in.
Complexity, intuition and relevance. Thank you, fauxtapatio.
Rather than, say, the studied, disingenuous ingenuousness of another of our raconteurs.
Images matter, words matter. And no one knows that better than those engaged in any sort of politics, no matter how otherly. The glossary shift of some months back was not without forethought, nor can I envision the Other Campaign as a band of Merry Pranksters, wending their parti-coloured ideologies down country lanes.
As was noted, most of the happy villagers are as blissfully ignorant as the acolytes, at least about the gentleman in question.
But how that could be conceived, on any level, as a good thing is beyond my comprehension. Which was precisely the point I was trying to make in my previous post. Tabula rosa beggars personal responsibility and offers itself up to whomever is quickest on the draw with a piece of chalk.
I am exceedingly simple, and I think what haunts me the most is the extraordinary fragility of both acolyte and villager who are there, after all, because they are seeking, and the willingness, always, of some or one to pick up the chalk.