The reality of the health care “reform” bill is settling in now. The fight is over, and the employees are sweeping up the popcorn and empty cups. Democratic functionaries have obviously been told to emphasize that Obama “got it done,” and that health care reform is now a “reality.” That perception seems to be sinking in. (Bumper sticker they are circulating for the faithful: “Yes we did!” No yellow ribbon discernible. Has a subtle fragrance of “Mission Accomplished” about it.)
I think I was mentally prepared for this as it started, as I lived through the Clinton years and saw the power that The Party has over its members. They will not think for themselves. It produces discomfort, also known as “cognitive dissonance.” We are mostly rational in our everyday lives, seeing that certain things are in our our interest and others not. We are leery of sales people in cheap suits and politicians of the “other” party. We somehow survive in a very tough world.
Yet when it comes to their own party, the members drop their vigilance. Any fool can easily see with a modicum of “research” (as Googling is called these days) that the health care reform bill consolidated the power of the health insurance industry over us. They used the opportunity provided by a storm of negative public opinion to do some classic jujitsu moves. They used our energy to their own advantage. There was deft perception management and political theater, impressive to watch. They guided us to a bill they wrote before the “debate” even started. We had tea parties and renegade senators and a president who “sat on his hands,” supposedly unwilling to interfere in the debate.
And when the congress people all settled on a horrible bill, which happened to be the bill written before the debate started, our president sprung into action. Indeed he did have power and indeed he was persuasive. Indeed he could maneuver and threaten and cajole and bribe people to fall in line.
But he only acted after the sheep had been penned.
What did I expect? If I say that I got what I expected, I’ll be called a cynic. But I got what I expected. The process in motion right now is the clean-up, the “shit=Shinola” part. People are internalizing defeat, convincing themselves that something good happened. Victory is being consolidated on the lower levels, with people putting the dissonance to the back of their minds. If party leaders say it is a good deal, who are they to argue? And anyway, where are they going to go? The other party?
When I was a kid a friend of mine convinced me that I should join the Boy Scouts. I was suggestible, and thought that it must be something good. I went to meetings, and my parents, who indulged me just a little too much, bought me a uniform. I remember sitting at a card table with my older brothers around Christmas one year , wearing my uniform and waiting to be taken to a meeting. They kind of looked at me funny. I felt weird outside the Boy Scout setting.
I was part of the “Burning Arrow” patrol. As I now realize, our patrol was a bit like the Delta Tau Chi Fraternity in Animal House – a ragtag group of misfits. The other patrols had kids who seemed a better fit for leadership, tall and handsome, hair in place and minds right.
Towards the end (I never quit – I just drifted away) we were at a meeting, and were told that we were to break into groups for games. We were asked to suggest games to play. I said “How about Ring Around the Rosie”? That brought a stern rebuke, not from our Scoutmaster, but from another patrol leader: “We don’t talk like that around here.”
Outsider status is its own validation, I suppose, though not too many people pay compliments for it. It gets easier with advancing age. I was never a group-groper, though I was impressionable like all. I went down this path and that, got sucked in, bought in, but always backed out at the end. Here I am now, about to turn 60, and I realize that I am still that smart-ass Boy Scout, laughing at group behavior.
The only difference is that now I look back on that smart-ass Boy Scout and admire him. At that time I thought there was something wrong with me. It took years to understand that there was something right with me.
A message for Democrats and Republicans: It’s like living in Nebraska. You’re just doing it because you don’t know there are other states.
Please take this message to heart: You are free to leave. You have always been free to leave.