Man. I don’t want to get caught in the political arena. Thinking about politics makes me angry.
Jiminy Cricket: But Dustin, everything makes you angry. You are the self-appointed King of Righteous Anger.
Me: Yeah. Yeah. I know. Shut up. I’m writing here.
But one young man name Sterling wrote a nice email to me, and I felt that I needed to respond with more than a simple thanks. He described himself as a liberal and said he wanted to get into politics.
Do I trend red. Yep. Doesn’t take a genius to figure that one out. But what I really am is a live-and-let-live type. I want people to be happy. Because I’m happy (despite all written evidence to the contrary). And I think we should all be happy. And sometimes, people just need to be heard to be happy. And I don’t mind talking politics with decent people who understand true discourse. Where the hell was I going with this? Oh yeah. The email.
So Sterling reaches out. Says I am a liberal and want to be a politician (ballsy considering my obvious disdain for politicians as of late). He says, no matter what, he respects my service.
Dammit, Sterling. You’re a decent guy and a man after my own heart. And you fired up something inside me, and I wrote a response to you. And now, for some God-awful reason, I thought it would be a good idea to post on the blog. Because I am a blogger now. And that’s what we bloggers do.
Thanks for reaching out. Labels are dangerous. As are calcified party lines.
Do me a favor and read up on the Austin City Council’s vote on the contract. Whatever your feelings on liberals or conservatives – cops and unions, what they did was despicable. The two organizations, the Austin Police Association and the negotiating team for the City of Austin, sat down over a period of months to hammer out a mutually beneficial contract. The City Council members had all the access and time in the world to input on the process.
They put out a lot of BS PR after the fact… “we didn’t have enough time to review it. We didn’t understand it.” Blah blah blah. Don’t believe their BS and remember that people can smell it from a mile away. Especially cops. We happen to wade in lies every day.
That contract, my friend, was a compromise. Compromise is what makes the diversity of this great nation workable. And when you go back on the deal that your team made (with your knowledge!) on your behalf to score political points, you come out covered in shit. And now, about 1,600 people who work for the city you represent despise you. And don’t trust you. And start thinking that maybe working for you is not such a great idea.
I advise you, whatever party you align to or beliefs you hold, to stay true to your word. And if you fuck up, have the grace to admit it. Rhetoric and staff PR advice be damned.
Do this and you can be a true statesman. Do the opposite and someone like me will get fed up and will call you out.
I wish you all the best in your political aspirations. We need statesman. On both sides of the aisle. I hope you decide to be a statesman and not a politician.
All the best,
Damn. I just proof-read that and a single tear is now running down my cheek.
Thanks for reading,
P.S. Jiminy Cricket plays the part of Pinnochio’s conscience in Walt Disney’s Pinnochio. Try and keep up people!!