Alice’s Adventures In Wonderland

Humpty-and-aliceLewis Carroll created a surreal world where fantastic, supernatural things were possible – things that escaped the bounds of reason. I was thinking about the post I put up yesterday about how the political elite are upset that we are too ignorant to understand their brilliance in working on a “problem” that 96% of Americans do not believe is a problem – that being not enough restrictions on guns.

Then this morning I get this from Jim Geraghty via his Morning Jolt email:

Mr. President, we’ve got real problems to worry about, much bigger than whether a feel-good, largely symbolic measure passes the Senate and you get a political win. Somebody blew up Boston’s happiest day of the year, maimed dozens, and tore apart families, and we don’t know (as of this writing) if it’s one guy or a group or whether he’s got more efforts planned or whether he’ll inspire copycats.

It strikes me that Washington has devolved into a world a lot like the surreal world of Alice. This a world where once down the rabbit hole, normally sensible people undergo metamorphosis into some variant of the Tim Burton/Johnny Depp version of the Mad Hatter or the March Hare, creating realities as they go to suit what they want them to be instead of what they are. They sure don’t manage their own affairs the way they try to manage the affairs of the public. I say that they are sensible people – because even the most “progressive” do-gooders of this D.C. tea party are well educated and well-to-do and don’t manage their own affairs the way they try to manage the affairs of the public. If they did, they would be penniless and in hock up to their eyeballs just like our country is. They even carefully exempt themselves from the rules and laws they vest upon the rest of us to protect their own from the ravages of their policies.

And all the while, Obama sits in a tree, taking it all in like the Cheshire Cat – and remaining invisible during the chaos, appearing only to brandish a toothy smile or to angrily pass judgement on the actions of others who disagree with him.

At least Alice had the good sense to declare the Hatter’s party to be the stupidest tea party ever and leave. Obama’s re-election proves that the American public is somewhat duller than our young heroine.

Carroll created a world at the end of the rabbit hole as a world of irrationality, absurdity, relativism and complete fantasy as a child’s diversion from the reality of the mid-1800’s. His work is filled with things that were recognized then as nonsensical impossibilities – but reading Carroll today sounds like reading the Democrat Party platform or watching a “gun safety” debate on C-SPAN:

“Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”

Alice: Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?
The Cheshire Cat: That depends a good deal on where you want to get to.
Alice: I don’t much care where.
The Cheshire Cat: Then it doesn’t much matter which way you go.
Alice: …So long as I get somewhere.
The Cheshire Cat: Oh, you’re sure to do that.

The White Queen: “The rule is, jam to-morrow and jam yesterday — but never jam to-day.”
“I don’t understand you,” said Alice. “It’s dreadfully confusing!”
“That’s the effect of living backwards,” the Queen said kindly: “it always makes one a little giddy at first.”

“My name is Alice, but — “
“It’s a stupid name enough!” Humpty Dumpty interrupted impatiently. “What does it mean?”
“Must a name mean something?” Alice asked doubtfully.
“Of course it must,” Humpty Dumpty said with a short laugh: “my name means the shape I am — and a good handsome shape it is, too. With a name like yours, you might be any shape, almost.”
When I use a word,’ Humpty Dumpty said in rather a scornful tone, ‘it means just what I choose it to mean — neither more nor less.
“The question is,” said Alice, “whether you can make words mean so many different things.”
The question is,” said Humpty Dumpty, “which is to be master— that’s all.”

The sum total of our political discourse has reached the same level of lunacy as the conversation around the table at the Mad Hatter’s tea party.

“Mad Hatter: “Why is a raven like a writing-desk?”
“Have you guessed the riddle yet?” the Hatter said, turning to Alice again.
“No, I give it up,” Alice replied: “What’s the answer?”
“I haven’t the slightest idea,” said the Hatter”

Aye, there’s the rub – for as the Hatter was unable to answer a question of his own origination, neither are our politicians able to bring their own riddle to completion.

I’m beginning to think that our political class would feel right at home in Alice’s world below the ground.

11 thoughts on “Alice’s Adventures In Wonderland

  1. Obama sits in the tree and grins like a Cheshire cat, simply because he does not know what else to do at this point. He is all about “feel good” statements, but when it comes to action, he’s lost.

  2. Thanks. Now you’ve put that song, “In a World of My Own”, in my head:

    Cats and rabbits
    Would reside in fancy little houses
    And be dressed in shoes
    And hats and trousers
    In a world of my own

    All the flowers
    Would have very
    Extra special powers
    They would sit
    And talk to me for hours
    When I’m lonely
    In a world of my own

    There’d be new birds
    Lots of nice and friendly
    How-do’ya do birds
    Everyone would have
    A dozen blue birds
    Within that world of my own

    I could listen to a babbling brook
    And hear a song that I could understand
    I keep wishing it could be that way
    Because my world would be a wonderland

    • Seems appropriate. I just kept thinking about Alice and the Hatter’s tea party as I listened to the caterwauling on TV last night with regard to the failure of the gun control “compromise” in the Senate and then seeing Obama come out and call his opposition liars.

      I just kept thinking that this is like a car load of people on a trip and when the car has a flat – rather than fix the flat, they get out and wash the car instead. The driver, in ths case it would be BHO, gets out and starts fishing for compliments about how great the car looks – when one person says that the tire is still flat and they aren’t getting anywhere until it gets fixed, BHO calls them all liars and grouses about why they want to demean him like that after solving the problem of a dirty car. I mean, wat the hell? It was his brilliant idea to wash the car and initiate all of the hard work to get the car clean.

      The hallmark of a dishonest politician is wanting credit for taking action on a problem even if it is the wrong one – or not even a problem at all.

      We ain’t going anywhere but at least we’ll look good while we are sitting still.

  3. Sittin’ here watching Oblamer’s speech at the “Healing Our City: An Interfaith Service”. More of the same; feel-good rhetoric, great speech, no comments on any action (so far at least).

    • O is a READER, not an ORATOR.

      That is why there is always a purposeful, unnatural, cadence to his speech delivery.

      I’ve always been dumbfounded how so many (including religious leaders and lawyers) don’t hear, see, and feel the incongruity between the words and the delivery by O.

      If “you” don’t understand the disconnect, you aren’t listening.

      • Texas, my friend, that is an excellent point. Obama has the ability to vocalize the pre-concieved notions of others through his emotive narration.

        I really enjoy Vince Flynn’s books (the Mitch Rapp series) and read a couple in the old fashioned, dead tree manner as I got hooked on them – but because I travel a lot where lugging books along is sometimes not the best solution, I took to downloading the audible versions of his books and listen to them on my iPod. There are three people who have narrated these books and I have noticed that there is one, George Guidall, who seems to bring the characters alive in a way my minds eye sees them based on my interpretation of them from the first two books that I read.

        The author is the genius behind the words but Guidall puts life into them. Obama is the same way – it has never been about the substance of what he said, it is his ability to make those words fit the pre-concieved notions of those who support him.

        Nicely done.

  4. Utah, wish i could claim credit as an original thought but my granddaughter,17, asked me today if i knew that a group of baboons was called a congress. She thought it was funny. Maybe the next generation isn’t lost after all.

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