We, the People, redux

I originally posted this piece on July 16, 2011, after watching a little too much CNN, NBC, PBS etc.  I am reposting it today, because I am struck once again by the audacity of the people who run this government.  I have edited the post a little bit to update things, but 98% of it is the same.

I promise to stop the political rants real soon! I’m learning to meditate….!


We the People,

….the American people,  are a really big group.  There are lots of us.  We tried, but we couldn’t all fit around the table at Dunkin Donuts.  There are so many of us that we can’t even fit in a big conference room. Or the Los Angeles Coliseum.   Or the Grand Canyon.

Do you get it?  We’re a big, big pile of folks.  We come in a whole bunch of colors, shapes and sizes, too.  If you could somehow manage to cram us all into one place, we would hardly recognize each other!  Some of us are chubby middle aged white women with plastic bifocals on.  Some are tall, skinny black men wearing three piece suits. We’re brown, we’re pink, we’re young, we’re old enough to remember when Truman was in charge.

We like baseball, except for those of us who don’t.  We adore country music, except for the huge group of us who hate country music and only listen to metal. We have PhD’s and we dropped out of the eight grade.  We have ten different words for a big cold cut sandwich on a long piece of bread.

We all live within these borders. That part’s true. But we are NOT a club. We aren’t all Democrat or Republican.  We aren’t all liberal or conservative.  We don’t all agree about the best way to solve the debt crisis, how to tax big corporations, how to fix Social Security, who will win the next election or the World Series, or how to grill the perfect steak.  Hell, a lot of us don’t even eat steak!!

So…..American politicians.  Please pay attention.  You really, really, really have to STOP saying “The American people” in sentences like “The American people understand that this health care law will mean the end of freedom as we know it.” (Yes, I did just hear almost those exact words from a member of Congress.)  Or, “The American people agree that we need to increase revenues.” (I heard something just like that from the President not long ago).  Stop trying to quote us.  Stop trying to convince us that we agree with you.  We can’t agree on one single thing!!

Wait, that’s not true.  Here is one statement that you can use in any setting, no matter which party you belong to:

“The American people are sick and tired of the sniping, moaning, name calling and finger pointing. The American people, the whole big noisy bunch of them, are overwhelmingly in favor of having government officials act like grown ups who actually know what they are doing. The American people want the government to stop shouting, start listening, make some compromises and get the damn job done.”


Karen, self appointed spokesperson for the American People.


I have learned, over the years, that I am a supremely auditory person.  I learn almost exclusively through the auditory channel.  I worked for more than 25 years as a Speech/Language Pathologist, which honed those auditory skills to an even higher degree.

My auditory tendencies make for some interesting situations, I must say. For example, when my class is working on geometry, or tangrams or tesselations, I am often left with my mouth open and a blank expression on my face while one of the ten year olds explains the math to the rest of the class. This is visual learning!  I am, alas, completely flummoxed.

As a hearing based learner, I have a tendency to remember people by their speech, rather than their names.  I can’t tell you how many times I have run into someone on the street or at the grocery store and had one of those complete blank-outs about their name, while at the same time clearly picturing the pitch, cadence and pronunciation of something that I heard them say.  I can remember how someone laughs long after I remember the color of their eyes. I can name the actor in any voice-over within 5 seconds of hearing the voice.

When I was in High School and touch tone phone replaced rotaries, I could remember the tune of my friends’ phone numbers even when the numbers escaped me.  Weird, I know. I am a listener!

I am so completely auditory that I have been known to fall in love with the sound of a singer’s voice, only to be crushed once I see his face (think Eddie Vedder).  I love the sound of wonderful voices!

I am, no surprise, a devoted radio listener.  My XM radio is often tuned to either NPR or the political station POTUS.  Every morning as I commute to work, I listen to Tim Farley on POTUS.  His voice is measured, mellow, calm and resonant. His pronunciation is perfect.  He makes me laugh and he makes me think. I have a little crush going on!   I don’t know his age, his political preferences or his eye color. I just know that when I hear his voice, I tune right in and start to listening.

So I react with some trepidation when I hear that one of my favorite “voices” will be seen on TV. Today I found out that Tim was being broadcast on BBC TV. My reaction?  “Oh, no! I don’t want to know!”  I want to think of Tim Farley as handsome, smiling, dimpled, fit and relatively young (you know, like, my age).  I shudder to think that he might be bald or fat or have a huge honker of a nose.

I feel the same way about the people whose work I read on line or in the print press.  I love the sound of certain writers! I love the rhythm and tone of their words and thoughts.  I want to believe that Barbara Kingsolver is tall and strong and has thick golden hair. I don’t know why; its just how I see her and I want her to look that way!  I want to think that Suzanne Collins looks a lot like Katniss Everdeen.  She sounds like Katniss, she should look like her!

In the age of the internet, when we can Google everyone on earth, we can see the face of every voice we encounter.  I know that some people immediately look up the picture of anyone they find interesting on the radio or in the print press. Not me!

Let me keep my illusions. Let me hold on to my romantic ideals and my beautiful images.  The connection between the voice and the ear is an intimate one; as I drive along in the early morning half light, I feel as if those voices are speaking or singing to me, and me alone.  We share something special and precious in our anonymous exchange.   I know that the Voice is speaking to an idealized “someone” out there, and I know that there is no chance for me to disappoint. And I hold the image of the “golden voice” in my head and in my heart.

I don’t want to know if he has warts.