I went to a Health Care Town Hall Meeging here in L.A. last week, camera at the ready, all ginned up to shout down the inevitable mob of angry, Pfizer friendly patsy partisans bussed in from Orange County who would be trying to block all meaningful debate -- and was stunned, STUNNED to find the one, that's right, the one person ranting and raving and carrying the giant photo-shopped Obama/Hitler signs was a self-identified PROGRESSIVE. Yup. Upset that single-payer was off the table and so therefore Obama = Hitler.
Sigh. Only in L.A.
And subsequent rings of Hell.
Everybody's Hitler, lately. Everyone you disagree with, suddenly okay to call em' all Hitler. It's starting to make Hitler not seem so bad. "If all he wanted was socialized medicine..." I told the guy he were seriously mixing his apple-orange/ Hitler-Obama metaphors and that he should be much more careful with ironic alchemy. Maybe do it mostly at night, when no one's around - like construction or masturbation.
Hello, my cherished fineries, my family jewels - it's me, and yes. I've owed you a letter now since 2008. The fact that I can write that in a form letter I'm sending to all my loved ones is a sign of just how behind I am in my gentlelady's correspondence. Do forgive, I've been off fighting windmills and they seem to be more full of wind than ever. Might be global warming, but I think it's just what comes of living in the Age of a**holes. Uncertain, blustery times. ("2009- It's The Bluster-i-est!")
I'm sure you, my serious-but-not-too-serious first Tier'd Tribe, have been following this Maddening August of Town Hall Health Care Debates/ Red Scares, Double Dares, Sneers, Jeers, Lies, Bad Punches resulting in digit-dismemberment and a severe dirth of civil discourse as closely as I have. (Except those two of you I always give a pass on keeping up with current events because you count on me to fill you in. Oops. Such outrageous hair'em scare'em macabre lies and Propaganda I would've written sooner but I've been kept so very, very busy writing "WAKE UP, PEOPLE" on every blog my poor little carpel tunneled hands can Google-query.
But enough about Me and my Macro. I've always had issues with the bigger picture. The Lesser-thans who Have-none. And the Have-mores who hate for the lesser-thans to have ANY. After extensive, exhaustive research, I realized the whole nasty Health Care mess was best summed up in the visionary work by Dr. Suess "The Sneetches". Sneetches with Stars on their bellies vs. Sneetches without...if you haven't read it in awhile, it's some class warfare, heavy sh*t.
No, I write to you to pass along a must read, timely gem of an essay "An Open Letter To the Republican Party" by SAM MOSSLER. I think you'll find it a brill-yant, cathartic read, and one that reflects the reaction of a large portion of American voters, especially progessives.. Forgive this shameless plug on behalf of my steady - we are in L.A. to learn how promote our work...yet he would never, ever send this great piece out to you himself. (We're still in the infantile stages of ego-assessment / self-starter potential but not proven fully functional self promotional stages...)
Please feel free to repost to your site / send to your local paper / favorite blog / or just circulate among friends. If you are FACEBOOK connected, you can find either of us there (me as JEANNIE DEAN) where we both have it posted and would both welcome (read: practically live for) your comments and feedback,
all opinions welcome and respected.
We thank you in advance for giving it a read.
I think it's super solid, and that's not just "the girlfriend" talking...
Mad love to you and yorn,
Write when you can but not when you should,
An Open Letter to the Republican Party
Dear Republican Party,
Sometimes when I am trying very hard to make a point and I feel that is is being missed I will, being human, go to great lengths to insure that my point is made. Often, in going to these great lengths I ultimately lose sight of the point I was trying to make and am focused instead on being sure that it is noted that I am making a point. Acknowledging that this is a common propensity 'mongst mouth-breathers I am almost moved to forgive you for the last nine months. I, unlike many, relish the opportunity to forgive. I savor the forgiveness process. It would be far more comfortable for me, being who I am, to say:
"Well, they have a right to disagree. The dissonant cacophony of differing views is, as it always has been, the stirring composition played by our proud American orchestra for the last two hundred and thirty three years. These Republicans, who have always entranced me with their endlessly complex moral paradoxes, like pushing to have their Judeo-Christian symbology included in public works but failing to absorb the message of the sermon on the mount, may hold views that I find both confusing and objectionable. But, dagnammit, it is their right. And I enjoy a healthy debate, so God love 'em. And, hey, we all have the same desired outcome in mind, despite our different theories regarding how to reach it, right? Right? I mean, ultimately we, republican, democrat, and otherwise, only seek to continue building a civilization that is more enlightened and closer to our conception of God than the civilizations that have come before us. So God love the Republican and his Free Market Poop on Your Neighbor But Praise Jesus approach to social evolution. It may not be a logical plan, or one that I agree with but thank you for your input. I love you."
This, in so many words, was the mantra that has gotten me through to this point. It has allowed a love, sometimes conflicted but always sincere, for my conservative countrymen. And it has felt very good, this love, and has allowed to me to feel like a citizen of my own country for good or for better. But, Republicans, I feel that I have not been afforded the same respect. That, in fact, is putting it very lightly. Where you used to calmly illustrate your objections to social programs and produce charts that show how gdp's thrive when the market is bullish or bearish or what-have-you, suggest that our quaint leftist notions were naive and unrealistic, and chuckle over lunch at our idealistic foibles, you now have taken far more malevolent tacts. You have offered the American people a series of enormously flawed public figures and when we failed to glom onto your ham handed, under read, under educated, under curious, under everything deer hunters, dense pundits, flim flam men, and former CEOs ...when we rejected them you proceeded to damage, maliciously, a beautiful momentum. Something that, for a change, seemed pure and reasonable. Something that might have allowed us to rise above China and India, close on our heels, and show them that American right-wiseness wins out over the exploitation of a country's most vital national resource:people. But, failing to muster any honest data to counter this momentum and failing to produce any non-troglodyte to champion your ambiguous cause, you have created a topsy turvy world wherein suddenly altruism is socialism, ambition, when not profitable, is unpatriotic aggression, beauty is ugly, god is dead, and Obama is Hitler.
You are responsible, Republican party, though you may claim to be merely an old man behind a curtain. You are responsible for smothering our soul, for stifling our progress, delimiting human evolution, and co*k blocking democracy. There is no forgiving you. Because you have moved from being ideological adversaries to destructive, malicious, mean spirited a**holes. You have taken a collective national commitment to progress and sent it right off a cliff with empty promises of some goddamn tea party. And you've duped the dumbest twenty percent of America into thinking that they are fighting for a brighter tomorrow when, in reality, they are fighting to remain in shackles, sick, fat, and stupid, just as, it seems, you would like them to be. And sadly, twenty percent seems to be enough because dumb people yell the loudest.
So, Republican Party, as you have abandoned the guidelines of polite debate and constructed a club house from discarded outhouses. As you have completely dismissed any urge for honesty or sincere investigation or reading or thinking or considering. As you have shrunken your vocabulary to that of a WWF announcer. As you have ended any intellectual curiosity I had about your views or any delusions I had that you are in possession of any measure of humanity whatsoever. As your brainless, brainwashed identity has become too submerged in the muck of pure idiocy to even bother debating you anymore, I heretofore cast you off to the frozen foods aisle of the Super Wal-Mart in my mind. You are dead to me. f*ck off.
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