This is what is going on in my back yard.
It has been three days now and that only makes any kind of sense if you know cats. This cat’s name is Itzie and she showed up ten years ago. She was a half starved, moth eaten, sickly looking excuse for a cat then. Born in the wild and raised under a pile of brush she was the runt of the litter. It was only desperation and near starvation on her part that caused our paths to cross. I was drinking a big rum & coke, as is my way, and cooking on the Weber Grill poolside when she first crawled out from under the peonies. She looked nasty and her tail was a bit sparse in the hair department. She was afraid and she was hungry and the hungry won out. She walked up to my foot, looked up and meowed and the rest is history.
Now, ten years and a lot of good times later, she is out back doing her cat thing. Her plan, and I know her plans because I have seen them executed on more occasions than I can remember, is to wait as long as it takes for Mr. Mole to make an appearance. When he does, and he will, they will play until Mr. Mole has so much fun that he dies. That is a cat’s idea of a really good time. I don’t imagine it is a mole’s idea of a good time at all, but, that is the way nature has things working and none of us are in any position to argue about it.
I have come to understand that people have a nature too. It’s important to figure out a persons nature before you get yourself tangled up with them too much. Not to do so, in my opinion, is probably the cause of more misery than almost anything else. We understand cats. Cats will never pretend or try to get you to believe that they are not “really” having a grand old time torturing a mouse. We can’t understand people like that because half the time they don’t even understand themselves. That is what makes human relationships so perilous.
John Emerich Edward Dalberg Acton, first Baron Acton (1834–1902) is the one that said… “Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men.”
I always accepted that. It seemed to not only make sense, but, explain why so many powerful men ended up in outrageous pickles right at the pinnacle of their power. They were corrupted by power. They were the victims of power. They gained power and were overcome, through no real fault of their own, by the poisonous nature of the very thing they so sought.
I don’t believe that crap at all any more. I was up half the night rummaging through the garbage pile out back for all the prejudices I threw away and all the preconceived notions I was talked out of keeping. I found them and I’m keeping them because time has taught me that, mostly, people aren’t really much different from that cat sitting out back living out her nature to the fullest. “Lord Action” I’m beginning to realize was pretty much full of shit. I know, I know, I’m probably being a bit hard on “His Lordship” because, after all, he had power himself and you can’t blame a guy for making himself and his buddies look as good as he could. But Frank Herbert, I think, hit the nail on the head with this quote….
Frank Herbert : All governments suffer a recurring problem: Power attracts pathological personalities. It is not that power corrupts but that it is magnetic to the corruptible. Such people have a tendency to become drunk on violence, a condition to which they are quickly addicted.
It just rings truer. It just explains so much more of what we all have experienced, concerning politics and political figures, in our lives here at the dawn of the 21 Century. Politicians don’t “get” corrupted. They are just used car salesmen in more expensive clothes.