Saturday, February 07, 2015

We are the good guys, right? But,wait, who are they?

Sometimes, I wish I had some kind of a tribal affiliation.  A passionate affiliation where there is a distinct us versus them.
Even as simple as rooting for "my team" versus the "other team" that I want to lose.
Or, my political party to win the elections versus the other that I want gone.
Or, if only I was passionate about my single issue!

Maybe I should rename the blog title to "A rebel without a cause."

When I was younger, I had such affiliations.  The cricket team.  The commies.  Even the Trojans!  Now, it has been years without tribal affiliations and, thus, forever I am in a party of one.  There is no "us" and "we."  Because, unlike with the rules of tribal behaviors, I don't have to prevent myself from expressing a dissenting thought.  And when that is expressed, well, I become branded as one of "them."

The older I get, the more suspicious I am of being in a herd.  I can now see a lot more than mere humor in Groucho Marx's response, "I don't want to belong to any club that will accept me as a member."  Membership comes with more than privileges, yes, but it also seems to intentionally breed a us-versus-them.

This essay, which often has material at levels that are simply way above my paygrade, begins with a verse by Rudyard Kipling.  A verse that I am able to understand, appreciate, and agree with too:
All good people agree,
And all good people say,
All nice people, like Us, are We
And everyone else is They:
But if you cross over the sea,
Instead of over the way,
You may end by (think of it!) looking on We
As only a sort of They!
How do writers like Kipling manage to string together a few words that then get across some awesome stuff?  I wish I were like "them" ;)

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