Sunday, February 28, 2016

Sex, Drugs & Electoral Rolls Column Part Deux: Why We Fight



When it comes to politics, there is a lot of emphasis amongst both politicos and the 'civilian' general public about how we fight. Universities such as this one teach courses in political science, or communications and media management; and the large-scale interest in works like Nicky Hager's Dirty Politics show a capacious interest in the way the political game is played.

But not a lot of talking is done about why we get involved and take an interest in politics. In large measure, I feel, this is because it's assumed that just about everyone who already is involved - or wants to be - has some sort of pre-existing burning-passion-overriding-reason for joining the melee in the first place.

This misses the point. Even the grandest inferno had to have some spark of inspiration to set it alight. And so too, with people incandescent with political fervor.

In many cases, the initial impetus isn't particularly hard to find. We all experience (or, at least, perceive) injustices of various kinds on a daily basis. When they affect you and yours personally, you might find yourself getting sufficiently irate about it to start campaigning on it - or yelling at various decision-makers until they finally start to listen.

Other people find themselves involved and embroiled because they enjoy the drama and the pageantry of it all. If you've ever watched House of Cards, you'll know what I'm talking about.

This also helps to explain the demesne-populations of many of the various parties' youth-wings and student union organizations. They're often the sort of kids who were bullied at high-school and are now enjoying living out power-fantasies - either over their fellow man (in however limited a capacity), or enthralling themselves at the thought of being able to do so in the big-leagues once they make it on their inexorable way to the top.

Even though that might sound callous and risible, there's certainly something to be said in favour for politics as a social pursuit. At least in my own experience, I've never really found the time nor excitement from video-games or television-series purely because the sense of achievement and enjoyment which others might derive from, say, leveling a WoW character or working one's way up an MMORPG guild/FPS clan's hierarchy seems rather dull in comparison to my life in politics. And after all - the difference between building up a base in a cellphone-based strategy game as compared to fostering a political support-base with your cellphone ... is that one of these things has some real-world contribution and significance, and lingers after you switch the phone off.

There's also something arguably quite cool about executing a stand-over operation of a Party president in a car-park while dressed like the Mafia - or any of the other at least vaguely cinematic things entailed by a career in active-service electoral entanglement.

But there's another, far more important side to political involvement.

Dharma. Duty. The sense that the responsibility for building a better world is on each of us and all of us, both as individuals and collectively.

Politics may once have purported to regard itself as the 'Sport of Kings and Emperors', but today it seems instead to be sliding toward a status as the semi-exclusive preserve of billionaire businessmen and armed-with-pretension focus groups.

Plato once said that the penalty for not getting involved in politics is being governed by your inferiors. As a denizen of David Seymour's Epsom electorate, I feel I'm living proof that ain't always the case. But the fact I was singlehandedly unable to prevent Seymour's election and ACT's re-entry into Parliament again misses the point. People such as me who actively get involved in our nation's politics make it every bit that much harder for idiots, liars and the broadly subcompetent to get away with misgoverning unmolested.

If they remain unchallenged - that's pretty much tantamount to an invitation to misrule.

This is why Elections in New Zealand - whether General or Local Body - are consciously marketed by the ruling elite as something other than exercises in crisis, or moments of profound transition. Because those sorts of moments stir up the passions of a people, and thus represent the danger of a change to the way things are by risk of inducing their involvement.

The idea is that if the stakes seem lower, we'll be less inclined to care - and therefore get out and vote or take an active interest in the political process between elections. That's dangerous, because nobody ever said there had to be an actual and tangible sense of crisis underway in order for crisis things to be happening.

Even leaving aside the big, climactic events like the full-blown assault on our economic sovereignty that was signed at SkyCity earlier this month, small and creeping changes which affect your life are taking place every day.

Sometimes - as with National's proposal to strip-mine the Great Barrier, or Labour's attempted imposition of tertiary fees in the 80s - these objectionable events boil over into simmering popular discontent, and the chartered course of the mighty ship of state is briefly, temporarily altered. On other occasions, as with the aforementioned TPPA signing, we aren't quite so lucky.

But even immediately unsuccessful protest-actions or outreach-exercises have tangible, rippling effects. What we do echoes out and is refracted - rather like the Hindu parable of Indra's Net - ultimately helping to shape and even become the future political terrain upon which we joust.

Sometimes, a dildo makes international headlines - or a dying cancer patient changes the tone and tenor of the cannabis law reform debate.

Everything that we do affects our environment. Even - and perhaps especially - nothing at all.

Politics is no different. Indeed, the great Hunter S. Thompson was of the opinion that politics, at its purest, is "the art of controlling your environment".

So if, like Frank Costello in The Departed, you "don't want to be a product of my environment" but instead "want my environment to be a product of me" ... then your choice is clear. There is simply no substitute for the profound power of exercising authorial choice over one's own existence. It is, after all, theoretically exactly why you're at university in the first place.

But even if you're ambivalent about that core question - and don't mind living in what's ultimately someone else's world - you've nevertheless a duty of care to try and improve the place. If not for others, then at least for yourself.

In any case, taking an interest - or getting more directly actively involved - in politics remains in my estimation one of the most engaging, enthralling, and enjoyable pastimes known to man. As we say in the industry, "we're the sort of people who spend Sunday afternoons plotting". Instead of 'watching the sportsball', we're out making the play.

And if all else fails ... we cast our minds back to Ronald Reagan:

"Some people spend an entire lifetime wondering if they made a difference in the world ..."

But us politicos don't have that problem.

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Sex, Drugs & Electoral Rolls - Part One: Introductions



"If you can't get rid of the skeleton from your closet ... you'd best teach it to dance"
- George Bernard Shaw

Sup. My name's Curwen Ares Rolinson - and if developments from about the last year or so of my life have been anything to go by, I'd appear to have acquired a walk-in wardrobe necropolis.

My name might sound vaguely familiar to you. This would be because in the course of my arguably somewhat less-than-illustrious political career, I've done everything from founding and leading New Zealand's most entertainingly effervescent/evanescent political party youth wing (the organization formerly known as NZ First Youth); coming to the attention of the counter-terrorism boys from the NZ Police force as an alleged threat to National['s] Security (for which I spent eighteen months under wiretap surveillance thanks to a tip-off from the Prime Minister's diplomatic protection squaddies); and um ... well ... capping off five years of relatively successful media appearances by winding up in the laser-sights of a half a dozen major broadcast outlets during a minorly catastrophic fall-from-grace mid-way through last year - courtesy of finding myself in court facing fairly serious cannabis charges.

You'll be pleased to know I beat the 3 year prison sentence.

It's that last instance which gave rise to this column.

Straight after being released from the cells at Central out on bail a few hours after being apprehended, I stumbled in to last year's CRACCUM offices, clad only in my pajamas and seeking to borrow $2.50 in bus fare in order to get myself home.

The CRACCUM team was exceptionally good enough to rally round and help a poor mendicant miscreant such as yours truly; on the implied condition that I put pen to paper (or, given the parlous state of my handwriting, finger-to-keyboard) and commit a few of my more *ahem* memorable anecdotes and insights to epistle-if-not-epistolary format as part of a regularly syndicated feature right here in the pages of this very magazine.

As a result, the "Sex, Drugs & Electoral Rolls" column was born.

Best two dollars fifty, if I might be so bold, that the CRACCUM editorial team's ever spent.

Now in terms of what I intend to do and cover in this column ... part of it will, obviously, be political punditry and shining a light upon the issues of the day. It's an area that I have a capacious level of direct, personal - even visceral - experience; as well as a fairly unique perspective to offer that's previously seen my amateur political journalism published internationally and even cited by the Venezuelan government. For more of that, more regularly, check my frequent contributions to Bomber Bradbury’s “The Daily Blog”.   

But one of the other things I want to do - is to pen the sort of print-media that would have been both helpful and useful to me as an undergrad going through some of the struggles which a certain sort of late-teenager or duogenarian habitually grapples with.

It can be quite interesting – if not outright harrowing – being a student. An experienced voice (or, if I’m being honest, an example of what not to do) can often help.

As an example, I dropped out of law school in large part because I quite literally went crazy. The next three years featured a highly ineluctable odyssey of bouncing around through the mental health system (capping out with spending six months under the care of a certain Auckland hospital's mental health ward) in search of both answers, and help. Oh, and it also kinda lead to my whole court-case thing.

Now it goes without saying that wasting a good nearly ten percent of your life attempting to navigate a vast and cyclopean quasi-bureaucratic medical system trying to get some functionality back ... is not a particularly productive use of anyone's time. If I'd known then what I know now, I would have been able to shortcircuit the whole process down to a matter of weeks. That’s why I believe there’s some tangible merit to putting my hard-won knowledge on easily-accessible display in a bid to help people like me - but five-to-seven years further back on the path.

I also spent a reasonable proportion of my adult life attempting to self-medicate the aforementioned mental health problems with a fairly capacious if not outright Sheen-esque consumption of illicit psychoactive substances. This got to a point wherein, at my worst, I was consuming approximately $30,000 worth of hard-core and high-end amphetamines over the period of a few weeks in mid-2011. My drug-habits after that were, for the next few years, consistently and intensively severe enough that the NZ Police actually declared them to be medically impossible. I’m not even kidding.

University's definitely about trying novel experiences while opening up your mind to new and different ways to understand the world (and that's just the higher education bit). But if you don’t know what you’re doing, it’s also way too easy to seriously screw yourself, your psyche and your physical health up in irreversible ways. I've seen people who've seriously messed themselves up - not just through the direct consequences of drug-use itself, but also through the lifestyles and patterns of behavior and association it can encourage. Occasionally even whilst looking beyond my mirror.

My journey to full-on sobriety and consciousness unadulterated by anything other than my own recurrent madness has been a frankly unbelievable one. But I can’t shake the feeling that it would have been significantly easier in the presence of an elder and more experienced voice able to genuinely tell me what to expect. Not least of which is that things really *do* get better if you stick with it.

It’s in that spirit that I commit to the public record a small smorgasbord of my insight and experiences with drugs, their addiction, and consequent rehabilitation.

Not to glorify them – although some of the best times of my life have unquestionably had them proximate to me in their influence – but to simply present an accurate perspective which might help a younger me.

As a man who both rigorously and religiously believes in applied “harm minimization”, attempting to share my knowledge in the hopes that some of the personal pitfalls which befell myself and quite a few of my friends and associates are avoided, is the least I can do.  I can’t shake my record – but I can certainly make some good out of it.

Finally, one of the things that I think's sorely missing from our national politics is the sense of adventure, meaningfulness, excitement and derring-do that seeking a more active role in public life can and should entail. Obviously, doing so is not without its risks and its costs. Occupational hazards may include going mad, encountering the detective who was 2nd in command of the Urewera Raids in your living-room, and losing an incredibly meaningful personal relationship thanks to always puting politics first. But in amongst all that, I hope to illustrate just how fulfilling - indeed, thrilling - attempting to forge a place in the politisphere can and has been.

If I can help some of you find that ... maybe even go a bit further than I did ... I'll consider this whole "columnist" business a worthwhile endeavour, indeed.