This is one of those times in our nation’s history when I wish women were running things. No, by that I don’t mean that through some cruel twist of fate, a President Bachmann faces off against a Speaker Pelosi after next November. Those two ladies have lived and succeeded in the cage match of Washington politics for too long, and already have too much testosterone thumping through their veins.
I’m talking about sensible, mature women who don’t view the stewardship of this country as a zero-sum game. The kind of women who first sit down together and pull out pictures of their grandchildren, ooh and aah over them, and then leave them out there on the table so that they never forget what their meeting is really about.
After the pleasantries, they listen carefully to each other (an art which has been lost of late), take all their concerns into account with respect even for those they don’t agree with, and work out a way to make things happen where everybody wins something. It is possible, if one keeps one’s eye on the ball rather than on one’s own ego and the scoreboard.
Men, unfortunately, are not capable of this. Whether they realize it or not, their self-image is so fragile and so in need of constant care and feeding that they almost always put its welfare before that of the country they purportedly serve. In their minds, the two become conjoined, and they lose sight of the fact that what is best for one may be harmful to the other. To give way on anything erodes one’s sense of manhood, which is an imaginary construct important only to the possessor.
This, not incompatible ideology, is what is at the core of our governmental gridlock.
If you agree, you know what to do come the next election.