Caveat: On Democracy’s Spiral

Sometimes I have essentially decontextualized insights and I decide to write them down. I was reading some blog about current political events, and thought the following. It’s not a reasoned argument, just an idea that occurred to me.

In a true democracy, it seems to me that the things people believe about government will eventually become true about government. If people believe their government is dangerous, the government will become more and more dangerous over time. If people believe their government is corrupt, the government will become more and more corrupt over time. This can go the other direction too, though: if people believe their government is capable of solving social ills, then more and more social ills will be solved by government over time. If people believe their government is a virtuous protector of individual rights, then the government will become more and more virtuous in this way over time. There is a most disturbing aspect of this “spiral effect” of democracy, however: if people specifically come to believe their government is undemocratic, then the government will become less and less democratic over time. And the problem, there, unlike any of the other spirals, is that there is no way to spiral out from this problem once you’ve descended, because once the government is no longer democratic, this feedback process is no longer in effect. Thus the absolute most important belief for the nurturing and sustenance of a democracy is the belief in democracy itself.

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Caveat: Tree #277

Today we had our neighbor-from-down-the-road, Aaron, stop by and I paid him to help us clean the gutters. Just like last year, Arthur was ready and eager to simply do it himself: go up on the 32′ ladders, all the rest. Fearless. Last year, for gutter cleaning, Arthur fell from a ladder and was briefly unconscious, and it was a truly horrible day. Yet he emerged from that experience without apparent long-term injury, which thus left him confirmed in his own belief in his indestructibleness.
This gutter-cleaning is an utterly winless situation for me. If I let Arthur clean the gutters, at best I deal with the excruciating anxiety of him falling from a ladder. At worst, he falls and breaks his neck or dies – a more real possibility than he’s willing to admit, given his vertigo, his stability issues, etc. And in what happened instead, where I insist that he NOT clean the gutters, well, he glowers with obvious resentment of my overcautiousness, of my “supervising” him, all the rest. He grits his teeth and lurks judgmentally on the margin, unimpressed with my presumed incompetence and displeased with my own evident anxieties around heights. It’s emotionally painful.
I simply can’t win. Therefore this new tradition emerges, as I move into my second year here: The Worst Day of the Year: Gutter-Cleaning Day.
Aaron did a good job.
Here is a picture of a cleaned gutter, with a tree, so that I can meet the tree-picture criterion.
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Caveat: Andar bien relajao

What I’m listening to right now.

Cimafunk, “Ponte pa’ lo tuyo (ft Juana Bacallao, El Tosco, Roberto Carcassés).” This is contemporary Cuban “tropicalized funk” genre, with video – an interesting window into Cuban culture right now.
Letra.

Con mi dinero
Yo hago lo que quiero
Si lo vacilo por aquí
Si lo derrito por allá
Eso es un problema mío caballero

Con mi dinero
Yo hago lo que quiero
Ponte pa’ lo tuyo
Y déjame tranquilo
No quieras que me ponga majadero

Hay gente que vive del chisme del mal ambiente
Y forma intriga por detrás y nunca te hablan de frente
Yo no me meto con nadie no no no no
Soy un chamaco tranquilo
Andar bien relajao, ser feliz, eso es lo mío
Me gustan las fiesta, las noches, las niñas
Farándula rica, hay días que ando al deroche (pero niño hum)
Pero lo mío es lo mío y yo a nadie le quito trabajo
Muy duro así que no quiero
reproches (andas a lo loco, andas a lo loco)

Y ahora andan diciendo por ahí que yo ando a lo loco
Lo que yo quiero es compartir y disfrutar un poco
Tu lo sabes mami

Con mi dinero
Yo hago lo que quiero
Si lo vacilo por aquí
Si lo derrito por allá
Eso es un problema mío caballero

Con mi dinero
Yo hago lo que quiero
Ponte pa’ lo tuyo
Y déjame tranquilo
No quieras que me ponga majadero

Yo suave resolviendo
Y tu perdiendo tu tiempo en brete
El ambiente lo tienes caliente
Tu sigue pegao a lo que hace la gente

No te preocupes más yo voy, yo vengo
Si yo traigo, saco si me falto, tengo
La única manera de yo hacerte caso
Es que te inventes algo rico como esto
Te duele que yo ande en mi salsa
Tirate unas pastillas a ver si se te pasa

Con mi dinero
Yo hago lo que quiero
Ponte pa’ lo tuyo
Recoge que te quedas
A dar el berro caballero

La calle cogió candela
Oye, tremenda sabrosura
Esto es música cubana oite
Te la voy a entregar viva, viva!
Ay ampárate, ampárate
Eheh ponte en la lista y pa la tropical
Maria Silvia carah!

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