Biden Zen

Have you ever ridden on a rickety bus, for example in a mountainous country with bad roads & worse bus drivers? You can spend that bus ride (quite reasonably) stressed about plunging to your doom off the mountainside. But you have zero power over the bus, the mountain, the roads, or the driver.

In those situations I feel a weird zen calm. Whatever happens, good or bad, will happen, it is out of my hands

That’s how I feel about Biden & this whole stupid intraparty fight. (Heck: if I zoom out a little, it’s how I feel about the entire American Project right now. There are things I can control, starfish I can throw back into the sea. The long arc of history is not one of them.)

Should Biden drop out? Should he stay? 🤷🏼‍♂️ I literally cannot even form an opinion about the question itself.

My only opinion is “quit fighting you dipshits” and I can’t do anything about that either. I can’t control Adam Schiff’s mouth, or reporters who keep stirring shit. There is no point in even imagining I have a say in how <any of this> plays out. I can’t even write a strongly worded letter — to whom would I send it? There are no starfish to throw back into the sea. Biden will do whatever he does, or some other random shit will happen, and the world will react how it reacts.

One of my core beliefs is that the universe is random, purposeless and uncaring. I find that belief liberating: the only meaning my daily existence has, is in what I do every day. It was easy to kid myself that that applied only to the natural universe (earthquakes or solar flares) but at most scales it applies to the human universe too.