Sigh of Relief
Thank Deity there's still sense in the world. If a fat, 83-year-old Texas woman gets it this clearly, perhaps there's hope for us yet:
Maybe there really are more people in this country quietly sitting in their homes thinking the same things Helen expresses so clearly than there are goons crashing town hall meetings. Perhaps there's a chance -- a small one, but a chance -- that we won't go crashing back into the Middle Ages. I'm not holding my breath, but maybe I can risk a tiny sigh of relief.
Margaret is it just me or did combing your hair become optional when going out in public? I’ve been watching news clips of these town hall free-for-alls and we have definitely become a nation of tired, poor, and huddled masses clearly tempest-tossed, but without access to a good beauty salon. Universal Hygiene – now that is something I could get behind. And all of them are asking for their America back. I wonder which America that would be?
Would that be the America where the Supreme Court picks your president instead of counting all the votes? Would that be the America where rights to privacy are ignored? Would that be the America where the Vice President shoots his best friend in the face? Or would that be the America where an idiot from Alaska and a college drop-out with a radio show could become the torchbearers for the now illiterate Republican party?
I fear that would not be the America they want back. I fear that the America they want back is the one where black men don’t become President.
I remember that America. In that America people screaming at public gatherings were called out for what they were – an angry mob. Of course, they wore sheets to cover up their bad hair. Let’s be clear about something: if you show up to a town hall meeting with a gun strapped to your leg, the point you are trying to make isn’t a good one. Fear never produced anything worthwhile.