I often get quizzical looks when I have serious conversations about political, education, and child welfare related issues and then refer them to my “CrazyCrawfish” blog. I can tell that in some cases people discount my statements at that point, or lower their evaluations of my viewpoints. I’ve considered changing the name before to something more serious and profound. . . but I have trouble getting excited about some of the more pretentious blogs and bloggers out there and can’t imagine running something called the Grave Portents blog, or the Serious Issues Plaguing Louisiana and Society blog.
Those names are also harder to remember and lord knows how many similar sounding folks would be out there with such similar sounding names and pretentious drumbeats of foreboding predications? I honestly haven’t looked, but when I look up Crazycrawfish or Crazy Crawfish, it’s mostly just me! There is alliteration in the name, it rolls of the tongue, it’s a little silly, like me, and keeps me grounded; that no matter how depressed and overwhelmed a topic is, or may seem, I just need to find a bright spot to tease out to stay true to my purpose. I appreciate the satire, comedy but pointed commentary of shows like John Stewart and Stephen Colbert and realize that part of keeping people informed is keeping people entertained enough in your material. I don’t have a production stage, or writing staff, and my special effects are my crude chop job Paint renderings of photos and cartoons. Yet still, for some reason, some of you continue to tune in and pass along my material, and for that I’m grateful.
But when I decided to use such a word as “crazy” to describe myself, that decision was not random. It actually came out of a conversation I had with a friend who had fled the state for less swampy and more liberal pastures.
I told my friend, that while I was a transplant from the north, I felt like this was my home now, and I needed to do something to make things better, to change it for the better. I was tired of just standing on the sidelines and letting our politicians and hate groups like the Louisiana Family Forum do things to us. I said, maybe if I start doing something, I can mobilize others to do something. Maybe I can make a difference? He laughed and told me I was crazy of course. Having lived here his whole life he knew Louisiana could never change. That it was destined to be the armpit, or perhaps a lower orifice, of the nation, where all the industrial sewage of the nation leaks out, leaving us cancerous alleys in the wake.
Living in Louisiana as a liberal is not easy. We elected a serial philanderer with a penchant for visiting madams in multiple states for our Senator because he had an “R” after his name on a ballot instead of a decent man with a “D”. (Most folks here think the “D” stands for demon.) We embrace all the crazy crackpot ideas any conservative think-tank or hate group puts forth such as laws for bringing guns to bars and church, private takeover of public schools and facilities for public for profit use and abuse, abandoning the poor and mental unwell to their own devices while allowing 3 cent tax decrease on cigarettes to expire. We believe in handing publicly funded prisons over to private providers for a few dollars up front, in return for acquiescing to put on the shackles, of a virtually permanent rental agreement, ourselves. With these private prison companies free to charge us whatever they want for keeping our, largest in the nation and world, incarcerated class behind bars at our ever increasing expense, we thank them and our politicians embrace their political contributions and no one seems to notice or care. People here believe gays are bad, racism is ok if done privately, and our future is plucking chickens and permanently polluting our coastline and ruining our Cajun culture and fishery resources for the sake of a few quick barrels of oil.
He might be right about me of course. Albert Einstein has been quoted as said doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results is the definition of insanity. But I’ve always hated that ignorant BS line. Even smart people say stupid things from time to time. What Einstein calls insanity, I call practice.
“Insanity, craziness or madness is a spectrum of behaviors characterized by certain abnormal mental or behavioral patterns. Insanity may manifest as violations of societal norms [or beliefs]”
I will keep posting and keep publishing the things that are wrong with Louisiana and our political class. I will keep trying to open a few eyes, here and there, to bring people over to my craziness, my self-imposed exile of insanity as defined by my society’s social norms.
Based on slow but steady increase in web traffic and followers I might be succeeding . . . just a little. Eventually my repetition, my practice, my insanity, will pay off and I will get it right. When the majority of my state finally thinks I’m the sane one, well then, I will be then won’t I?
Until that day, I will be the “Crazy” Crawfish.