If there is one aspect of human endeavor that absolutely disgusts me, it is that of the politician. I can’t stand them! I hate politics. I hate family politics. I hate corporate politics. I hate neighborhood politics. And I hate elected politics. I hate the entire concept. Politics is the ultimate failure of Greek society. It should not be celebrated in any fashion. It should not be endorsed, propped up, or even passively accepted as a human attribute. Politics is far more dangerous than all the guns in the world, nuclear disasters, or environmental catastrophes.
So my comments about politics radiates from these pages, and the things I say in a fashion that is more aggressive than what is generally accepted. There aren’t many people who understand my extreme dislike of politics, because most people find themselves wrapped up in the political system to one degree or another and may agree with me, but in practice they simply can’t because their lives are built around politics, even if it’s just within their family structure. However, like minds are naturally bound to find each other in this vast sea of human experience because unlike politics which hides their true intentions below the surface, to sneak up upon their victims like carnivorous sea creatures just trying to feed their bellies, men of thought, of history, of philosophy prefer to sail upon the open sea, above all that nonsense. And such vessels at sea can easily spot each other upon the open water, above the murky depths of politics. This is how I met Matt Clark, a young man more youthful than me, so he is a newer vessel of a similar design, but none-the-less he is another vessel of knowledge sailing the seas of life, studying the depths below him, and pursuing life as an adventure with his sails open to the world and the wind that propels it. As fate would have it, he invited me on his weekend show to discuss the dangerous sea creatures that are eating each other below our vessels and we discussed the balance of power that is emerging in politics.
Matt is running that WAAM show out of Ann Arbor, Michigan from 1 to 3 on Sunday’s as tens of thousands of listeners grill out in their back yard, men change the oil of their cars in their garage, and avid boaters sail the open waters of Lake Michigan and Lake Erie and contemplate the musings of a young historian uttering the ridiculousness of the politicians who just insist on eating each other in the murky water of politics. The Clarkcast, as Matt has named it is competing for air time with the big radio names of Glenn Beck, Laura Ingram and many others on the Fox Radio Network and he’s holding his own. But what Matt has that the others don’t is the freshness of his voice, of his experience, of his generation. He is not a fallen star, but a rising one, and if he’s smart, he can stay that way. There is simply no reason for thinking men to be failures at some point in their life in order to gain wisdom. Wisdom comes from the observance of experience, and experience does not have to be earned from the murky waters of the deep.
So many young people in their twenties these days believe they have not lived until they’ve gotten a tattoo, or colored their hair, or had vicious and promiscuous sex with strangers in some dirty dungeon. Or gotten drunk with friends and shared indiscretions which they believe bond their friendships for life. All that activity is in reality simply the life of sea creatures, the acts of the underworld beneath the surface of life in those murky depths of politics. It was the politician who invented this perception, and created for themselves food to feed on. It is their desire for the masses of society to remain small fish so they always have a food supply. Those same predatory fish eye those vessels like Matt Clark sailing on the surface of the water with jealousy because Matt is traveling where the politician cannot go. Matt and all the other people of the mind are above them and free of their power and intimidation.
I always have felt this way about politics. Even as a young boy with barely any memory, at 4 and 5 years old. In kindergarten, my teacher Ms. Mays, an old sea hag, most likely former siren of the sea chastised me for not following her specific instructions on an art assignment. I remembered thinking even then, that her way looked wrong, and I couldn’t bring myself to do the wrong thing, especially in art. Art doesn’t have definite rules. I didn’t know that at the time, but I felt that there was something wrong with what she was telling me. It was politics. Ms. Mays was so furious with me that she called my mother in and chastised her for my insolence to her instructions, a process that would be repeated until I was too big to stand over in a chair sometime in the 8th grade when my English teacher noticed one of my drawings in the newspaper from a contest I had won and cut it out and showed it to the class admiring my artistic ability.
I learned from Shakespeare that humans were essentially broken beings at heart, obsessed with politics. Hamlet, Othello, Macbeth, all the Henry’s, The Tempest, Romeo and Juliet, and my favorite of all, Titus Andronicus, spoke to me of the depths of human failure, and my love of history told me that this behavior wasn’t specific to the late 1500’s to the early 1600’s. Shakespeare had learned to be one of those vessels in his life who rode upon the surface and observed the bizarre tendencies of the creatures of politics and how they pray on one another. I rejected politics because of Shakespeare, having no desire to swim with the sharks of this world. I’d rather catch them like a hunter and display their savaged jaws upon my headboard to look at when adventures in bed are called for.
What I see in the young Matt Clark is one of those thoughtful people who have discovered the joy of fishing into the depths of politics and exposing those treacherous creatures to the light of day, of cutting them open to expose all that they’ve eaten, and studying them the way a historian examines all of history, with curiosity and wonder at what motivates such barbaric tendencies. There is always a bit of sadness that those beasts of politics cannot be taught the merit of life above the depths, and Matt has that same compassion. But at an early age he is not fool enough to jump in and attempt to save them from themselves for that is not his job. His job is to catch them and eat them himself, and possibly save the smaller beasts from the larger ones, so they can have a chance at living even if their life is limited to the treacherous depths of ignorance and politics.
All adventurers young and old hold reverence for one another when they meet on the open sea where Matt Clark and I shared a few stories on a Sunday afternoon, then parted to our separate ways to go hunting and observing once more the behaviors of those tyrants of the deep, those ignorant fools of politics, who hide in the darkness and consume everything in their path with mindless abundance, until they are caught by someone like Matt Clark and his Clarkcast radio program during the hours of 1 to 3 pm every Sunday, in Ann Arbor, Michigan. The winds of adventure fills his sails and the revelations permeate the minds of others who desire life above the sea who might wish to quit that tragic life of politics and live the life of a thinker and enjoy the freedom of the open sea where wisdom has the answer to everything and the fate of mankind is clear to the Earths horizon.