Monday, December 31, 2012

Sympathy to the Congress

I wrote this in April 2011 concerning the difficulty of getting anything done as a broadly diverse Congress; we went and saw 'Lincoln' last night and that Congress of 1865 puts to shame the difficulties that we face today.  Here's hoping that Congress (and the President, as both are equally obstinate in my opinion) can figure this out one of these days, despite the Grover Norquists and Nancy Pelosis of this world.  Somehow, it almost always gets done...

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Imagine, just for a moment, that you have a project for work or for school that is a group process.  Not just any project, though, but one that millions upon millions depend upon.  But doing the project is going to be hard, because not only are you working on it in all your brilliance, but 535 other people are working on this same project as well.  And not only those 535 people, but their staffs of dozens of people.  Yep, this ain't gonna be easy.

So you begin this project, and you soon find out that the other 535 people working on this project (and their staffs) all have differing viewpoints about what exactly you ought to do.  Sure, a few people have similar viewpoints to you, but even your friends each have different things they want to put into this project, even points that have nothing to do with the overall purpose of the project.  You ask them why, and they say "Because the people I answer to want this point to be made!  And if I can't get my emphases put in here, two bad things will happen.  First, they won't let me come back to do this project next year, and second, I won't let YOU put YOUR 'most important emphasis' in here, either."  So soon enough, you agree to their demands, and they yours.  

Then there's the people who are watching you do your project, all having an opinion on what you are doing, but never actually helping out.  They scream and bellyache and tell about how you (or your friends) are surely doing everything absolutely wrong, all the while belittling your character.  Not only that, but even beyond them there are hundreds of news trucks pulled up outside of your office (or classroom) reporting every word you say, demanding even more sound bites, and reporting rumor as if it was fact.  Everybody in the world is watching what you are doing on this project and has an opinion, never constructive.  

But still you carry on, only to find that outside of your close-knit group of comrades, who have mostly the same views that you do, are hundreds of others that disagree enitrely with your take on this project.  What is white to you is black; what to you is absolutely important to them is meaningless, and must be replaced by something you find to be equally wasteful.  You can't disagree on anything, but a deadline is coming, and so soon enough the project must get done.  

You labor on, all the time worried that you have to raise millions of dollars in order to keep you in school or in your job, because if you don't, there are many others who are out there wanting to take your place and willing to spend even more money to be where you are.  Still, you continue to fight for what you right, against all odds.  Even while you are doing your job, though, you are faced with the dangers of people walking up to you in supermarkets and shooting you, because they don't like the job you are doing.  Your project is getting dangerous to your very existence.  

Still, you continue, and if you are lucky (or maybe not!) you get to come back to school or work to continue working on this project, and the tensions between all your comrades is getting even worse.  The deadline keeps getting extended remarkably, but you fear it will never get done.  You give a little bit here others give a little bit there, and finally, amazingly, six months late, the project is finished.  

And of course, everybody hates it.  

Don't worry, though, because next year's project will be due soon.

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This is why I am not a congressman.  They may often be bad at what they do...but most of us can't even imagine the garbage they have to endure every single day.  Pray for them.