Watching Fisherman from the Mountaintop: Weak politics are the result of weak philosophy

Why are so many voters ignorant as to how they should vote?  Well, have a look at two of the reasons, pop culture and professional politicians brought together in a collection of imagery that appeases the senses.  Oh, its bait in the water……

In the wake of the 2011 Election, whether we are talking about the various school levies, the dysfunction of Cincinnati and their new city council along with the street car, or the loss of Issue 2, it is apparent that many people just don’t understand the higher concepts of how things connect.

Most people are too busy with their lives, too busy to pay attention to the critical issues at play, and it shows in the way they’ve voted. In Lakota our NO LAKOTA LEVY campaign placed the information on the doorstep of the voters and over 18,000 of them sided with our viewpoint, because the information was provided. But the weaknesses of our social fabric became very apparent when most of Ohio failed to understand the importance of Issue 2, or why they voted for a school levy, or why they voted for a street car, and countless other issues. It is not so simple to proclaim that those voters are simply stupid. It’s not even correct to suggest that it’s a matter of Republicans or Democrats, Progressives or Constitutionalists, it is a matter of failed philosophy at a basic, fundamental level and that failure is the social error of our day.

In the wake of the election and my performance many have asked me to run for one of the various political offices around town. It is difficult to explain to them I have no interest in such a thing. My intention is to return back to my mountain as described in my favorite book, Thus Spoke Zarathustra and return to philosophy, because that’s what I’m interested in. This is why it is so clear to me where society is failing. It’s not so much in their politics, it’s in their philosophy. They are fundamentally broken and therefore cannot understand how and why their politics reflect this fragmented structure. My politics and philosophy is that of the American Transcendentalist. My friends are Henry David Throreau and Emerson, not the person at the Friday Night Football game whom I might secretly seek approval. It is clear that such people who harbor such desires have consumed their minds computing power on tasks that are worthless, and thus do not understand the importance of political topics. Right before the election as I finished up an interview with Channel 5 and Channel 9 TV I was also in communication with my editor to turn in my manuscript as promised before she had to catch a long flight to a far away place. She wanted the second draft to work on while at the airport, and the flight itself and as I sent it, a surge of importance radiated from the task which far exceeded any of my political involvements embarked on that same day.

When a friend of mine requested why I don’t take action on my talent for speaking and articulating arguments I replied, “The world does not need one more politician, a school board member, a trustee, a mayor, congressman, senator, or even president.” I know several people who are good for these jobs and I am fine to let them do it. But to my eyes from my mountaintop perspective which I will not surrender, the world needs to think again because all the elections from now till the end of time will fix nothing if people act purely with emotion instead of intellect, as they did with Issue 2, and many of the school levies.

Emotion is that silly lure which the fish bites down on a hook as a worm sacrificed of its life wiggles from to attract the fish. The fish bites on the hook out of the emotion of being hungry, and the fisherman to capitalize on that emotion and weakness uses that emotion against the fish in order to catch it, and consume it. I do not wish to be consumed by the fisherman of politics. And I would advise my friends and neighbors against it as well. But I do not invest much of myself into those who wish to bite down on hooks and allow themselves to be caught. It is these types that I see voted against Issue 2. It is these types who voted yes for school levies. They are hungry fish too busy to study the conditions around the bait, and therefore are easy pray for the fisherman.

The fisherman in this case is the labor unions and the politics of that structure. They are a ruthless hunter who simply wants to fill their bellies. As a politician I would be at the disadvantage of being in the water with all the other fish to simply tell hungry fish not to bite on the hook, which they would anyway. This would lead me to a life of frustration and would result in me simply being wet.

The answer is in the kind of material I sent back to my editor as she climbed on her plane and sent me a text. “WOW, so much is here! This is fantastic!” I nodded to myself with a satisfaction that far exceeded any victories gained on election night. No amount of drink and women in skimpy dresses would equate to the satisfaction of a compliment given from a higher plane of reality. For a book contains within it the power to elevate the mind of the fish into explaining to it that there is a world outside the realm of the pond from which it resides, a world that it can then develop tools to explore and use to it’s advantage. So if my editor’s reaction to this first edit is an indication, my mountain top musings will have more influence in the realm of the human race than an election result, or a political office. And this is the path of the American Transcendentalist, and that path leads to the mountaintop cave of Zarathustra. (My favorite book)

From that mountaintop where I desire to spend ALL my time, it is easy to look down to the pond and see the fisherman casting their polls into the water. Those fishermen have government shirts on, and many have AFL-CIO on them, so I can see what they are up to easily. When I see this I will climb down, get into the water and try to keep the poor fish from biting down on the hook to feed those fisherman that I see ruthlessly overfishing the pond at the foot of the mountaintop.

If I had my way however I would encourage those who swim in the pond that they are not fish, but a higher life form, and that there is room for them on the mountaintop with me. So rather than play the games of the pond, I chose to stay in the mountaintop to write from there so that others may be encouraged to leave the pond behind all together and join me on those lofty peaks, where life is much more interesting, and the content of things become much clearer. It means nothing to the people who come to realize such concepts to become a big fish in a small pond or even a small fish in a large pond, or better yet a big fish in a large ocean. That is the realm of politics at all levels. I would say that being a fish at all is the wrong way, because all are prone to the bait of the fisherman. The best thing to do is to leave the pond all together and become bigger than what you were so you aren’t even tempted by the bait on a hook.

The solutions to politics are not in the pond, it’s on the mountaintop. So any effort applied to the pond is a waste of time. This is why I played Wii Golf during the election results and did not celebrate, because the effort was simply a temporary fix to a larger problem. The long-term fix though is in my manuscripts, and whether or not people understand it now, or 100 years from now matters not. The process of thinking is the key to leaving the pond to higher plains of thinking and if I can do that for one, I consider it a far greater triumph than simply avoiding the hook of a fisherman cast into the water on November 8, 2011.

For the answer to everything as to why labor unions fail, check out this link:

Rich Hoffman!/overmanwarrior