The Strong Pull Of EmotionsMarch 22, 2013 - Author: newscoma
The strangest thing about politics is that sometimes it is hard to separate emotion from progression into the next legislative battle, the next election or even the personalities that weave in and out of government process.
Emotions get high, campers.
Perceptions become more of a motivator than facts. Yet what I’ve seen recently on a national and state-wide stage is that when people are told that the Boogeyman is out to get them, they tend to believe it. Now I’ve not believed in the Boogeyman in a long time, but when you fear something folks tend to feel all the feelings, as the young kids say. As Stephen King says “We make up horrors to help with us cope with the real ones.”
If you brought up common sense alternatives to fight against the noise of Amanda Bynes, Lindsey Lohan and those adorable grumpy cats, it wouldn’t be hard. We should be listening to people talk about the environment, we could discuss that really what people need is affordable healthcare that doesn’t make them lose their house and that workers’ compensation is important. Are we listening to each other? Are we validating each other or tearing each other down? There are real fears. Not just the ones we make up or that are presented to us with spider ribbons.
And we could be talking about what realistically works in making a state more progressive. If Colorado can make things happen, then so can Tennessee but people are going to have to listen to what the other is saying.
Guys, there is no Boogeyman. There are effective leaders and their are ineffective leaders. The term public servant is just that. It’s not public master. (FUN FACT: the term is centuries old, campers!)
Yet I return to facts vs. feelings and we know that facts can be boring. We also know that feelings can be a driving force. Best way to make sure that folks aren’t afraid of the Boogeyman is to communicate the facts to them consistently.
Now go ahead, enjoy the full moon, celebrate your friends, light a candle for your enemies, drink beer yelling at television screens of young men playing basketball and read two things for me today if you have time: this marvelous story of Memphis’ Christopher Dean and Dax Shepherd’s love letter to his father who died of the same cancer my mother did. Don’t let the title fool you at Shepherd’s post, it’s marvelous.
Two stories of a miraculous life in progress out of the streets in Memphis and the memory of a life that had weight, meaning and love.
You see, we are all in this together. We shouldn’t forget that.
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