My political philosophy is summed up by the myth of Sisyphus, the story of this poor bastard that was condemned by the gods to roll a boulder up a hill. And I feel like I’m rolling that boulder up to the top of the hill, never getting to the crest. But I’ll still keep going.
Wrestling is a great metaphor for life. And Roland Barthes, the great French writer on semiotics, there’s a chapter on wrestling he’s written, which still gives me goose bumps when I revisit it and read it. Politics is a bit like wrestling. The theatre of it all. The agony and the ecstasy. I was brought up on a diet of politics at home.