skiing and politicks

ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

i pose a simple analogy for the state of the current political climate. please review and tell me what you think.

someone asked me to explain my rather 'individualistic' political views recently. i began my typical political rant with a history lesson, founders views on taxation and government control, standing militia and original intent. after feeling out the now sorry questioner, i delved into the root of revolution and the desire for change being the catalyst for our beginning. i spoke of toaism's relation to anarchy and anarchy's relation to our revolutionaries. seeing a spark in his eye, i progressed, almost all in one breath, to the fight between constant motion and stagnation. after a nod of understanding, but a look of doubt, i jumped straight into the heart of the politick, which is the heart of man. the struggle between obedience and the vanity of rebellion. to understand politics is nothing short of fleshing out said struggle into applicable issues. all in all a well rehearsed, concentric conversation.

unfortunately, i have no one to ask the question and certainly no one to listen as i dogmatize. so of course, its a conversation i've had with myself many times, as most men do, attempting to figure out why everything is so backward and why despite ourselves no one seems to posses the tools to fix it. but last night as i lay awake, mind racing, tent mates snoring, critters creeping, clocks ticking five after four, i received a sleep deprived political parable. a way in which i can best summarize how i see the politics of the time. so here goes.

the political landscape is much like a large ski resort. the mountain is morality, decency and common sense. i saw two skiers. the first was flying down the slippery slope, racing to an end only few could see. his face was drawn tight with intensity as he tucked low, keeping his center of gravity just above the skies. flying, now gliding down to the base which is human depravity. this is our democrat. closely behind him was a more relaxed skier, a republican. a weekend warrior. controlled hip oscillations kept a smooth yet ever increasingly slalom down the slope. this skier spoke loudly of his slalom, yet yearned for the race downhill.
at the base of the hill stood all those who had thrown off the yokes of morality, decency and common sense in the past. i heard them clamoring to be the first to offer the new comers a hot cup of the cider of ignorance and the hot chocolate of despotism. but lo, to the east of lodge is a lift. a simple devise to take you back to the top and all skiers are able to ride granted their a ticket is purchased. there is a sign stating a completely unreasonable price. no one in their right mind would pay that toll, nor could afford to. but there is a man standing stoically next to the lift to righteousness who is handing out free passes. his name is Jesus, the lift is Christianity.