The Politics of Whine

I can handle just about any behavior from children from tears to tantrums, and I can tolerate a whine from someone about 34 inches high, from 26 to 28 pounds in weight, who lives in a world of extremely oversized furniture, adults who walk too fast, and often demand too much.  It’s when the person isn’t two years old anymore, is over 5’4″ and weighs 128 or more pounds, I lose all patience.  This is why I was pleased to note the news networks didn’t choose to broadcast the last presidential rally in full.

The presidential speeches are the Politics of Whine.  He’s whining again.  Hillary Clinton, bless her soul, won more popular votes than he did; he’s not forgotten it, and he isn’t going to let the rest of us forget it either.   His Attorney General properly recused himself from an investigation in which he was a witness, the Whiner in Chief hasn’t forgotten this either, and he isn’t going to stop whining about it anytime soon.  No, Buddy, Sissy doesn’t have to give up the coloring book when you want it all to yourself.

The Mexican government isn’t going to pay for his wall.  They’ve been very explicit about this. One of their former Presidents has been brutally honest on the subject. [CNBC] What part of “never, never, never,” did our Whiner in Chief not comprehend? [CBS] There’s a teachable moment when Sissy complains Buddy won’t voluntarily hand over his oatmeal cookie, a lesson the Whiner in Chief appears to have missed along the way.

If people don’t like me then they’re nasty people who have nasty friends!  Or, translated into political whine:  If you don’t like my racist immigration policies then you’re just trying to protect the bad guys.  Brown = Immigrant = MS 13 = Bad.  Most people get past the toddler logic stage: me good, other bad.   Granted we don’t do all that well introducing kids to the relational concept of an equal sign in equations, and the not equal sign doesn’t show up until later in the curricula, but most grown ups understand Brown ≠ Immigrant ≠ MS 13 ≠ Bad.  Unless a person wants something to whine about.

Buddy’s being mean to me!  What’s he doing? He’s making faces.  Or any of the other variations on this theme common to what’s happening in the back seat of the family motor vehicle five minutes after ignition.  She called me a fish face!  If you two continue this the trip to the grocery stops, we go home, and we can always have the brussels sprouts from the freezer for dinner.   (By the way, there’s no cheese.)  At some point being a grown up means letting petty arguments slide, or taking the high ground, or using the moment to make a larger, more important, statement.   It doesn’t mean taking everything personally!   ABC canceled Roseanne’s show, but they never acted when people said things critical of me!  Whine³

Someone far wiser than I once said, “You have to love your kids enough to say ‘no’ to them.”

No, we don’t pre-judge people based on their ethnicity, religion, or gender.

No, we don’t obsess on slights, real and imagined, from others.

No, we don’t demand to get everything we want when we want it.

No, we don’t make everything all about ourselves.

If a person is over 5’4″, weighs more than 128 pounds, and has reached an age we assume to be mature, then failure to successfully cope with these four simple “no’s” is little more than a public demonstration of childish behavior most of us would immediately associate with little Whiners.   Perhaps it’s time to inform the Whiner in Chief the trip stops here, we go home, and face the defrosted brussels sprouts without cheese tonight?

 

 

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