When you get right down to it, all of us that follow politics with a fervor are comparable to junkies and drunkards.
Last week, I was hanging out with my buddy Curtis, and we were discussing that very thing. He mentioned that he had not seen a lot of political stuff from me lately.
“I need to lay off for a bit. Things are getting a little intense out there. If I still want to be on my feet and partying in November, I’ve got to switch off to water every other round.”
This elicited the comparison between, drunkard, junkies and politics. Coming up Tuesday, the Maine Primary is the needle and the spoon. Before today, we’ve been messing around with the drinking and the occasional puffery of campaign stuff. If you want to make it to the big show in November, you HAVE to slow down for a bit and turn off.
Analogies aside, politics is in itself a drug. Very few who ever enter the world of politics escape the monkey on their back, that urge for a bigger and better “higher” office. There are no rehabs, no Dr. Phil interventions, no success stories of kicking and coming out the other side a wounded but recovering addict.
Consider the following Guns&Roses Lyric from “Mr. Brownstone”
I used ta do a little but a little wouldn’t do
So the little got more and more
Sound like any politician you know? Sound like any unpaid chronic social network commentators? Campaign staff? Bueller?
Slow but sure, we need to learn the lessons passed down by master survivalist Keith Richards, and slow down a bit. November is a long way off, and nobody wants to be the passed out stiff on the couch when the party is at full swing.