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American Politics: What I have been up to,
17 years ago
So as of the past two weeks, I have been working as a temp at a bank, sorting donations for a Major American Party. In fact, let's drop any pretense of anonymity for a moment: I have been sorting donations for the RNC, or Republican National Convention, an organization whose stances I very adamantly oppose in many cases. People have been donating hundreds of dollars, while adamantly complaining about the way the the campaign has been run. While I do not mean to be 'partisan'--a GARBAGE term in my opinion; as the broad range of political ideals is something that has been pathetically dumbed down in American elections--there are advertisements that border on propaganda.
I have been exposed to racism, bigotry in the form of religious statements that certain segments of the political and personal spectrum are going directly to hell with no option of redemption, and 'surveys' that prey upon the fears and preexisting prejudices that lurk within people's minds. I am positive, however, that the Democratic party also has unpleasant tactics--in fact, I would wager money on it, which is why I registered independent. I think the most significant thing, however, is that the partu collection agency has not edited its mailing list in mukltiple years--since 98, or longer, judging by the "Dead since' furious letters enclosed with multiple donation forms.
I have come to realize, over the course of the advice of my coworkers--throw all the letters away, just find the checks, move on, keep working...
NO ONE CARES.
Petitioning groups with money is ineffective. They take the money, and shed the statements and the sentiments you attatch to it like so much wasted paper. And this makes me feel so... so DARNED MAD! Letters, even insensitive, offensive, obscene letters, are written to be read. There was a heartbreaking two page letter about how devastated a republican woman was that the party was pushing to overturn Roe. And this is my horrible secret: I can't not care. I can joke, and I can play, but those statements and stories are calling out to me, even if I oppose them utterly.
...I think I'm a little more thoughtful today because some jokester sent cornstarch in a mock attack, assuming us to be John McCain, like so many do. I don't.. know what to think any more.
PS: Lovely lover of mine, who has the heart of the divine, I wish I could be on more often. ~.~ I even had to work through Halloween... my favorite holiday. I look forward to spending more time with you when I can, though...
I have been exposed to racism, bigotry in the form of religious statements that certain segments of the political and personal spectrum are going directly to hell with no option of redemption, and 'surveys' that prey upon the fears and preexisting prejudices that lurk within people's minds. I am positive, however, that the Democratic party also has unpleasant tactics--in fact, I would wager money on it, which is why I registered independent. I think the most significant thing, however, is that the partu collection agency has not edited its mailing list in mukltiple years--since 98, or longer, judging by the "Dead since' furious letters enclosed with multiple donation forms.
I have come to realize, over the course of the advice of my coworkers--throw all the letters away, just find the checks, move on, keep working...
NO ONE CARES.
Petitioning groups with money is ineffective. They take the money, and shed the statements and the sentiments you attatch to it like so much wasted paper. And this makes me feel so... so DARNED MAD! Letters, even insensitive, offensive, obscene letters, are written to be read. There was a heartbreaking two page letter about how devastated a republican woman was that the party was pushing to overturn Roe. And this is my horrible secret: I can't not care. I can joke, and I can play, but those statements and stories are calling out to me, even if I oppose them utterly.
...I think I'm a little more thoughtful today because some jokester sent cornstarch in a mock attack, assuming us to be John McCain, like so many do. I don't.. know what to think any more.
PS: Lovely lover of mine, who has the heart of the divine, I wish I could be on more often. ~.~ I even had to work through Halloween... my favorite holiday. I look forward to spending more time with you when I can, though...
But, really, all I can say is, don't let this embitter you any. Be the same person you always were, cause that's you and that's just grand. It's why you're such a great personality to be around. *pats* I bet I know several who think so, and I know your lover probably thinks so. She's good like that. =3
I think your coworkers prolly DO care, but they know the sad truth too - they're nothing but a small, simple cog in the machine of things, and if they waste time reading and getting depressed over it, they can be easily replaced. -x- Jobs are hard to come by, especially nice ones, so they don't wanna risk being deemed inefficient or complaining to higher ups who prolly either dun care, or are stuck in the same position themselves. ._.
Don't feel bad, it's your job to do what you do, and it's the campaign managers who decide what happens to the mail that gets sent to them. It's great that you do care, but don't lose sleep over it honey, how the letters get handled has never been your decision to make, and as long as the position needs to be filled and you need money, it may as well be you doing it. =x