The Politics of God.

I see the world and its inhabitants, their virtues, sins and idiosyncrasies in political terms and have done for as long as I can remember. The manner in which people conduct themselves, their ideals and thought structures, almost always have political connotations in my mind. I find it amazing that people can care so little about politics and yet devote their lives entirely to other fields of human behaviour, without ever quite noticing the link between the two. Something that people should know, and know it well, is that there is not one thought, memory, decision, triumph or mistake that you will make as a human being without its outcome being influenced by politics.

Politics is, at its core, the process of a group of people, large or small, making a collective decision. Its definition has definite links with running a government, but its meaning is a hell of a lot larger than that. So when you’re standing in a shop with your friend trying to decide what film to rent, or when you cannot decide what the best fit of jeans is and you ask someone for their opinion, if you make your decision based on the input of another – you are being political.

So now we have established that politics isn’t just to do with fat men and frigid women sitting in a green room shouting random moans of agreement or injustice on the television while you eat your toast in the morning. Politics is its own entity, but it is an umbrella term for a whole host of juicy and controversial subtexts. Lets take the example I just gave about renting the movie again but this time apply two totally opposite political ideologies to it.

Scenario A – You are standing in a rental shop with your friend and you are torn between two films, one of which you desperately want to see, the other of which your friend is likewise eager to watch. One is a horror movie, full of gore and guts, the other is a romantic comedy full of vomit inducing stereotypes and grand gestures of love. You want the horror, your friend wants the romantic comedy. You give your friend a valid reason as to why you don’t want to watch the other movie (you just broke up with your boyfriend and it would be too hard to watch that kind of thing, the soundtrack reminds you of a dead pet etc.) Your friend therefore taking into account the feeling of the group, and feeling less opposed to watching the horror movie than you are to watching the romantic comedy for your personal reasons, gives in and you go and rent the horror movie. You watch it together and enjoy it, even though your friend wanted to watch the romantic comedy, they are content in the knowledge that you both would not have enjoyed it as much as you did the horror movie.

Scenario B – You are standing in a rental shop with your friend and you are torn between two films, one of which you desperately want to see, the other of which your friend is likewise eager to watch. One is a horror movie, full of gore and guts, the other is a romantic comedy full of vomit inducing stereotypes and grand gestures of love. You want the horror, your friend wants the romantic comedy. You don’t want to watch the romantic comedy because it doesn’t look like your cup of tea, even though you know that your friend isn’t exactly the greatest fan of horror movies. You turn to your friend and tell them that you have to get your movie because you drove to the shop, or you’re the one that is paying, or that it is your house that you will be watching the film at. You basically use the power that you have, most of it completely coincidental to get your own way. When you do get your own way, you watch the horror movie together and you have a riot of a time, but your friend doesn’t enjoy it and is feeling a little bruised that you got your own way for the sake of circumstance rather than necessity.

Now most people that I know (luckily) would be more inclined towards Scenario A and would take the feelings of the greater populace into consideration when making a decision that impacts how you both enjoy your evening. Those that did would be loosely following the political structure of democracy. Those that would have been more inclined towards Scenario B (whom I hope are few and far between) and would use whatever means necessary to get what they want at the expense of the greater whole, would have been loosely following the political structure of a dictatorship.

The basic difference between the two, although the outcome is the same is this – with a democratic decision, the pros and cons come from all the people who are involved in making a decision and then a group consensus is reached once everybody has had an opportunity to put forward their reservations and opinions. However with a dictatorial decision, one person has taken the power away from the other and made a decision based on their own opinions to benefit themselves rather than the greater whole, usually employing tactics that are very hard for the other person to object against. So democratic decision is one that derives its power from the people making it, whereas a dictatorial decision is one that derives its power without all the peoples consent.

I do hope you’re still following me *insert winky emoticon face here*. My point (which I bet you were just dying for after all that rambling) is this – a political decision is not just a decision made by politicians but one made by anyone with a certain belief structure in mind. By the same token, a political figure head or leader, is not just someone who governs over a country or race of people, but someone who has the power to either listen to the people or ignore them for their own gain. So I am going to ask you a question, and in true Ron meets Jigsaw style, a style that those who read my blog are used to by now, I want you to answer the question in your head. Okay, so here is the question –

What political party does the Christian ideal of God represent? Don’t worry my politically confused bumble bees I am not going to leave you completely on your own to pluck an answer from the heavens (excuse the pun) I am instead going to give you three definitions that you can choose from. Now it doesn’t have to just be one, or two, it can indeed be all three but I ask you to carefully consider the facts rather than your own opinion, because after all we are dealing with a leader that is arguable false, so lets try and keep our heads above the philosophical waters.

As we have been dancing with democracy I will give you that option first. If God was a democratic leader he would consult with his people before making decisions. His decisions would not be unilateral because they would derived from the people he was governing. He would not have the final word in matters but instead have to side with the strongest majority. He would be an expert at gauging the attitudes of his people and would have to effectively motivate them to behave how he would want his government to be run. He would take an active role in the lives of his people and bend his behaviour to the benefit of the people he governs. He would be a representative of a larger whole, accountable for their sins as well as their successes

The second political leadership style that God could fall into is the laissez-faire or free reign leader. In this instance God would pretty much give the power to the people and let them live as they wished, making their own rules and effectively governing themselves. He would not necessarily lead but let the people lead themselves to their own glory or indeed their own ruin. He would not have much input in the way they lived their lives and would not hold them accountable to things that he did not agree with. He would not be a leader in the conventional sense, rather than someone who handed the power back to the people he would have governed under a different leadership style.

The third and final political leadership structure I would like you to consider in regards to the Christian identity of God is an autocratic or authoritarian leadership style, very similar to the dictatorial themes we were talking about earlier. If God were indeed a leader of this style he would possess all the decision making powers and not consult with his people. He would tell them what to do and they would have to do it as part of his government. He would tell them what he wanted to but keep for himself what he didn’t wish to share for fear of revolution. He would make his own laws, regardless of the interests of his people, including his own punishments and persecutions. He would be completely unaccountable to anyone and never have to answer for his actions, good or bad.

So there are your options. Now that you have chosen one I would like you to consider something else, because I am all about the interactive internet debate stuff. I would like you to consider how God is viewed “religiously” and how we have just viewed him “politically”. When it comes down to it, religion and politics are one in the same. You have a leader, you have a system of which those people are lead chock full of ideologies, rules, punishment, reward and intelligence. When it comes down to it the only difference between God as a political leader as opposed to a religious leader, is language.

In religion God is “almighty”, void of responsibility for his actions, unaccountable and unquestionable. In political terms this “almighty” behaviour may be considered “autocratic” whereby God can do what he likes, when he likes and no one can tell him otherwise. In religion God is “omnipresent”, he is everywhere at all times, watching over his people and making sure that they are on the right track. In politics God could be seen as an Orwellian “Big Brother” figure that leaves not one personal or private decision to the people, but instead enforces those that he believes should be followed on them and carefully watches their every move to ensure that these rules are followed for fear of punishment or “eternal damnation”. In those terms God is not “ubiquitous”, “omnipresent” or “all encompassing” but instead he is a much more real form of “totalitarian” that controls every aspect of his peoples lives and leaves no room for “pluralism”, a governmental structure that encourages multiple lifestyles and opinions.

In my mind God as a leader, and not Christianity as a practice which does encourage very diplomatic and democratic thought patterns, does not fit the first definition at all. He does not listen to his people, but instead demands to be listened to and he does not represent us as a whole rather than a superior being with absolute control over the whereabouts of our mortal soul. God does possess certain aspects of the laissez-faire leadership style, in as much as he lets his people make their own decisions and leaves them to self govern, but then he does not strictly adhere to this foundation because the rules we are freely left to follow by ourselves are not made by us, but by Him.

So, with my immense powers of deduction, I can only assume that if God is not a democrat and he is not an advocate of free reign, then God is indeed a authoritarian dictator who tells his people what to do from an unelected position of complete power and unaccountability. Breakthrough *smiley face*! So the question burning on my lips is this – why do SO many people follow a completely unaccountable dictator who does not even have the potential to be overthrown?

The answer is simple. People don’t like to think for themselves. In a democracy you don’t always get your own way, but you have the possibility to. You vote and your friend votes, your neighbours vote and your parents vote – but not all of you can get your own way all of the time. The possibility of being able to get your own way, and then subsequently watching someone else get their own way is extremely frustrating. Take away that possibility of getting your own way and replace it with a different structure in which you know you, nor your friend, neighbour or parent will EVER get their own way and at least you’re all shooting with an empty gun. Human nature encourages us to suffer together rather than succeed alone.

The same can be said for the free reign module. People are genuinely too lazy to govern themselves all of the time and this governmental structure has mostly been employed in times of necessity when the formation of a new government was getting its breath back. It takes a lot of effort to lead a nation or race of people, and generally people who are given this task get bored of trying to please everyone else at the expense of themselves. Give a group of people a die cast set of rules and regulations, already written down and ready to go however, and they will almost always prefer being told what to do rather than figuring out what to do for themselves.

Dictatorships work well at the expense of freedom. Decisions are made quickly because there is only one person making them and the state functions mostly out of fear. Fear is a very potent potion in the religious alchemists pot and it is a brew that dictators also carry in their belt. Through this method, people do not have to think for themselves and therefore cease being individuals. This means less crime, less uproar and a slick, functioning society. But what it sacrifices is much greater and that is freedom.

To be a Christian (and I mean a real Christian, not you wannabes that only go to church at Christmas) you give up yourself to your God and you trust that his decisions, his judgements and his rules are absolute, without question or correlation to yourself or the greater world. But to take someone else’s judgements, rules and decisions into your head and into your heart, you compromise your own and become a tool of someone else’s mind rather than a product of your own.

I leave you now (I’m sure you just punched the air with happiness at this terribly long mess coming to an end) with a proposition. I propose that you live your life as YOU would want to live it, without prior conceptions of how it should be done and certainly not in someone else’s shadow, political or religious. I propose that YOU choose which path you walk on and how YOU would deal with the hurt and happy along the way. I propose that you take each and every ounce of compassion, courage, wisdom and peace from the God and employ it in real time. I propose that you be a good person because YOU want to be and not because God or any other leader asks it of you. I propose that you consciously choose to love instead of hate, find solace in silence and beauty in distress because YOU were built, by the hand of a deity or by the book of Darwin, to be tolerant, intelligent and calm.

I propose that you lead yourself and as Jesus himself was said to have done, walk beside those on different paths, not behind them as a lesser being or in front of them as a greater one. I propose that you LIVE the life you were given and THINK with the brain that you possess. Thought and life are the bread and butter of peace and until you appreciate them for the magnificent, all be it intangible, things that they are you will never be your own leader and you my friend, will never be free whether you follow a dictator or a disciple.

Freedom does not come from the government, the Gods or the greats – it comes from inside of you and it is the only thing that separates those that live from those that survive.

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“A Political Act.” (2015)

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So I had a chalk board in my living room, the quote written on which would change week to week.

When I moved and thus the chalkboard (that had seen better days) was abandoned, the quote read – “Their embrace had been a battle, the climax a victory…it had been a political act.”

Loosely paraphrased from Nineteen Eighty-Four by George Orwell.

Brick by Bloody Brick

When I was a kid I always wanted to be seventeen. This was when, in my mind, the world would open its gilded doors and allow me to float through into the chaos that growing up in a small left me craving by the time I reached ten years old. And what, you ask, did I hope to find on the other side of those magnificently elusive doors? Well, I hoped to find the world and within it – myself. So here’s what I was going to do when I was seventeen –

I was going to be tragically and impossibly intelligent by the time I was seventeen. I was going to know exactly where I was going and why I was going there at all times and the childish notions of confusion and fear would evaporate the moment those doors to seventeen closed behind me and enveloped me into their madness. I was going to read – a lot. And not just the Adventures of Sherlock Holmes and the Wind in the Willows that got me through much of my childhood – I was going to read foreign books by enigmatic heroes of the written word like Dochevsky and Alighieri. And I wasn’t only going to just understand them; I was going to understand them on a level so unfounded that my sheer ability to comprehend their nuances would be simultaneously enthralling and enraging. And I was going to write – a lot. Hell, I was going to write a library.

I was going to be cynical and alone and insufferably miserable. I was going to drink hard liquor and smoke cigarettes that didn’t have filters and I was going to look unimaginably awesome whilst I did this. I was going to see the world and travel from place to place with a few coins in my pocket and a crooked smile on my face. I was going to make friends and enemies in equal measure and learn as much from those who loathed me as I would learn from those who loved me. I was going to drink wine out of the bottle on top of the Eiffel tower and strike a pose next to Washington monument that bordered on phallic. I was going to eat food that wasn’t even considered food in much of the world and I was going drink my coffee black and bitter and I was going to draw deep and meaningful correlations between the nature of my favoured beverage and the inherent nature of my soul. Yes, I was going to be one deep motherfucker when I was seventeen.

I was going to change the world one burnt flag at a time and I was never going to wear a bra or shave my legs or give into what a society who idolised nothingness asked me to be. I was never going to wear make-up or take note of my appearance. I was going to be an independent entity, existing only to better humanity and for no personal gain. I was going to chain myself to fences and throw pretend blood over many a war mongering politician. I was going to be the next Abbie Hoffman and I was going to end the hypocrisy and injustice in a blaze of adolescent glory. I was going to establish world peace because when I turned seventeen I would suddenly know exactly where the rest of the planet had gone wrong in that respect. People would listen to me when I was seventeen. I was going to set the world on fire.

And then when my library had been written, my world discovered and eventually saved I was going to die alone in a cabin in the woods somewhere in Maine, New England surrounded by books and tokens of my indulgences. Empty whiskey bottles, overflowing ashtrays and vinyl – my God there would be so much vinyl. And I would leave nothing behind but my legacy. No children, no broken hearts or thankful ones and I would be remembered for what I did and not who I was. No one would know me enough to miss me and I would take comfort in this thought in my last days. People would remember the thousands of lives I lived but no one would ever be close enough to know the real life. The eating, shitting, snoring, crying life that we all try so desperately to hide from everyone but the people you love. I was never going to fall in love. This one was the most important. I was never going to fall in love.

So I am a few years on the wrong side of seventeen. And what, you ask, did I actually find on the other side of those magnificently elusive doors? Well I found the world and within it – everything but myself. So here’s what I did when I was seventeen –

I was tragically and impossibly suffocated by my intelligence and the constraints, as well as the expectations that came with it. I had no idea where I was going most of the time nor why I was going there or what I hoped to find at the end of many dead end roads. The childish notions of confusion and fear were replaced with the adolescence notions of confusion and fear that were in retrospect much more terrifying than their predecessors. And I read – a lot. And I read foreign books and I understood little to nothing hidden within their pages. But I pretended I did, as if just managing to finish “The Idiot” or “The Divine Comedy” and understand their basic premise was enough. And I wrote – a lot. Hell, I wrote a whole goddamn library.

I was cynical and insufferably miserable but never alone. I drank hard liquor and smoked cigarettes without filters but never looked any cooler than the other people doing it. I did indeed travel from place to place with a few coins in my pocket but there was very rarely a smile on my face. I made more enemies than I made friends, and in all likeliness probably learned more about myself from those whom loathed me than I did from those who loved me. I never did make it to the Eiffel tower or to the Washington monument to snap that fabled phallic photograph. I have eaten some crazy stuff, but nothing of note and yes, I do drink my coffee dark and bitter but never drew that comparison between its nature and that of my soul. Yes, I was one misanthropic motherfucker by the time I was seventeen.

I never burned a flag and have always worn a bra (well most of the time) and I shave my legs and pluck my eyebrows like every other woman. I wear makeup and care more as I grow older about what I wear. I realised that I was a person in the world too and that I could not save everybody without martyring myself. That idea lost a lot of weight by the time I was seventeen. I have berated many an MP but I have never chained myself to something or thrown any particular item, blood or otherwise, over a politician. Around the same time I discovered that I was a person, not independent of the world but part of it, I discovered that even the most parasitic politician has a mother and a father who love them as my own loved me. It made the process of being objectively outraged a lot easier once I began to see my enemy as a human being and not a sack of cells sucking up oxygen. I learned quickly that I didn’t know everything and that the establishment of world peace took more than just telling people to put down their guns. I didn’t become the next Abbie Hoffman and I didn’t really achieve any great political victory when I was seventeen. No one listened to me when I seventeen. But I did set the world on fire.

Sitting on the wrong side of seventeen looking back at all I had hoped to achieve does twist my stomach into a knot – mainly at the sheer vanity of many of the dreams. I was an egotistical, angst ridden fool who thought of nothing but herself and masked it as a deep and meaningful understanding of the world and the problems within it. I didn’t know what I was talking about then, and I don’t really know what I am talking about now. And in coming to that realisation I managed to set fire to the one part of the world that mattered – my future.

I will not die alone in a cabin somewhere in Maine, New England and I won’t be surrounded by empty whiskey bottles, overflowing ashtrays and vinyl. Okay, so there will be vinyl, and a lot of it. I will leave behind much more than my legacy and I know at least one person will miss me when I am gone. One heart will break and one person will never be the same. I know at least one person will remember me independent of the thousands of lives I pretended to live in the shadows of my own vanity and that one person will remember me for the eating, shitting, snoring, crying mess I am and you are and they are. I know this because I broke my own rules and I did what I said I would never do. I fell in love.

Yes, instead of doing all of that awesome stuff I had planned for seventeen when I was ten years old, I did the one thing I promised myself I would never do. Broken promises are always devastating to some degree, but none cut deeper or fade slower than the promises you made yourself. And then on the wrong side of seventeen I realised that predicting the future is possibly the most fruitless endeavour one can hope to comprehend because sometimes the exact thing that you never wanted is the exact thing that you always needed. I needed to fall in love, I needed to break that promise and there isn’t a day that goes by that this fact doesn’t simultaneously kill me and heal me.

And however we end up, whether she loves me forever like she does now with complete innocence and adoration, or she grows tired of my unrelenting pessimism and tries to break free of my inane bull shit – I will always be eternally grateful to her and the promise that she forced me to break.

And however we end up, I will always love the little girl who helped me set fire to the world and held my hand as we rebuilt it together, brick by bloody brick.