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A poet friend of mine sent this to me.
Thought you all would appreciate it.
---------------------- "The politician of democracy is frequently a man of hypomanic makeup. Though he appears staid and sober in commonplace situations he reveals his abnormality at a political convention. Ostensibly he attends the convention to engage in deliberations affecting the welfare of government, but instead he becomes a hoodlum and shouts himself hoarse in a Niagra of noise. His reactions are pathologically emotional and he manifests his manic drive by shouting, whistling, singing, prancing, and parading. he conducts his political business with tin horns, cow bells, banners, and fancy costumes, and he precipitates a carnival of confusion which causes sane men to wonder. The broadcast of a political convention disrupts the decorum of an insane asylum, and the considerate nurse must necessarily silence the radio for her patients' protection. Such madness is not paralleled in the meetings of normal men. No convention of lawyers, doctors, bankers, or teachers spends itself in emotional rioting; only the politician reverts to the pattern of bedlam." C.S. Bluemel in, "War, Politics and Insanity", 1950. |