As one who argues for a constitutional direct democracy as a morally superior system–and also as a realist–I derive reassurance in my stance from the fact that, no matter how clueless many people will reveal themselves to be in conversation, behind the wheel of their cars most manage to get to their intended destinations without ever getting lost or crashing their vehicles into moving and stationary objects–including, of course, us. This goes to show that, when push comes to shove, even a drooling booger eater will focus on the task at hand when a failure to do so would quickly cost him lots of money and dish out untold misery.
This could just as easily be a land where, because of so many lousy drivers, we were forced to stand and shout at one another on downtown city sidewalks, almost drowned out by the loud crashing of cars, poles, trucks, and buildings. But when people have their own vehicles to look after, and they’re taught the rules by which we’re all expected to live, most will do what is necessary to keep traffic flowing for everyone–and what is also in their own best interests.
By contrast, a representative democracy shifts our responsibility for our own lives (vehicles) from our own hands into the eager hands of the Congress (chauffeurs). In so doing, we focus solely on what matters to us personally–even as we blame our “drivers” for screwing up important decisions that affect us all. But when it comes down to it, like all hired help, they’re only doing the job because they’re being paid to do it: and they can always get another one.
It’s time to free them to begin that search–time to take the “wheel” into our own secretly-capable hands.