It finally happened, folks.
Politics (or the stupidity it seems to attract from all sides) has officially caused me to lose. my. shit.
There is an individual I have known for a rather long time here in Chapel Hill.
Today I was called a Nazi.
When I asked how health care was not covered under the “General Welfare” clause, I was informed that if health is nationalized then it’s one more step towards a Communist state and from there Nazi Germany and burning Jews in ovens.
So National Health Care Reform = Slippery Slope = Communism=
Godwin’s Law* is a powerful thing indeed.
So let’s forget the fact that I am not a socialist. That I am not a nationalist. That I do not blame specific groups for the troubles of my country. That I do not see the need to “dispose” of political dissidents.
Or the little tidbit that I would have had to go into hiding if I wanted to avoid either the camps or a bullet.
To the people out there who see this as socialism, please be sure of its definition. Wikipedia has a lengthy set of articles on the subject. “You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”*
But what do I know? I’m just an Obamaniac who only voted for the man because he was black.
If you’ll excuse me, I have to go offer a few goats to the Obama shrine I have hidden in my closet while I wait for him to reveal how he fooled the world.
Or I could “worship” someone else which sounds like a much more enjoyable use of my time.
auf Wiedersehen, meine Fruende.
*Godwin’s Law is an observation made by Mike Godwin on (paraphrased) how the longer a discussion goes, the greater the likelihood that a comparison to Hitler is coming.
**The quote is directly from The Princess Bride
***Photo credit goes to Quentin Taratino’s Inglorious Basterds and its official site.
****The phrase translates to “goodbye, my friends” in case anyone was unclear.
I’ve left politics alone for the most part since Inauguaration Day back in January. In all honesty, I kinda got sick of the whole thing. I needed a break. I got one.
Thank you Sarah Palin, for getting me back in the game.
As more Americans delve into the disturbing details of the nationalized health care plan that the current administration is rushing through Congress, our collective jaw is dropping, and we’re saying not just no, but hell no!
The Democrats promise that a government health care system will reduce the cost of health care, but as the economist Thomas Sowell has pointed out, government health care will not reduce the cost; it will simply refuse to pay the cost. And who will suffer the most when they ration care? The sick, the elderly, and the disabled, of course. The America I know and love is not one in which my parents or my baby with Down Syndrome will have to stand in front of Obama’s “death panel” so his bureaucrats can decide, based on a subjective judgment of their “level of productivity in society,” whether they are worthy of health care. Such a system is downright evil.
Health care by definition involves life and death decisions. Human rights and human dignity must be at the center of any health care discussion.
Rep. Michele Bachmann highlighted the Orwellian thinking of the president’s health care advisor, Dr. Ezekiel Emanuel, the brother of the White House chief of staff, in a floor speech to the House of Representatives. I commend her for being a voice for the most precious members of our society, our children and our seniors.
We must step up and engage in this most crucial debate. Nationalizing our health care system is a point of no return for government interference in the lives of its citizens. If we go down this path, there will be no turning back. Ronald Reagan once wrote, “Government programs, once launched, never disappear. Actually, a government bureau is the nearest thing to eternal life we’ll ever see on this earth.” Let’s stop and think and make our voices heard before it’s too late.
– Sarah Palin
This was posted on her Fbook account last Friday. Extreme Darwinism in the White House? Death Panels? So Obama, are we going to be renamed Neo-Sparta? It’s horrible that they don’t want to help the disabled and elder…
Wait? Huh? There are no death panels? But…you mean Palin did not realize that the actual bill said nothing about bueracratic panels who would determine who received care? So why are other Republicans agreeing…you mean they think she’s a silly bitch too?
At least she knows the word “Orwellian” and uses it correctly. She didn’t?
“The adjective Orwellian describes the situation, idea, or societal condition that George Orwell identified as being destructive to the welfare of a free society. It connotes an attitude and a policy of control by propaganda, surveillance, misinformation, denial of truth, and manipulation of the past, including the “unperson” — a person whose past existence is expunged from the public record and memory, practiced by modern repressive governments.” – The Bible Wikipedia
I must admit that the first half of that definition brings to mind a Presidential administration. Just not the current one. See Baby Bush’s Patriot Act for details on that fiasco.
Critical Research Failure? Check. Complaining About Politics You Know Nothing About? Check. You Fail Logic Forever? Check.
All in all, this entire situation is full of fail. This is just more evidence for my theory that Sarah Palin is a real life troll. The alternative idea, that she seriously believes what she says, just makes me reach for the brain bleach.
“This land is your land.
This land is my land.
From California to the New York islands
From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me.”
I sat in my living room with my friends watching, utterly transfixed, as Barack Obama was sworn in as the 44th President of the United States. I had known this day was coming since November 5th but I was still taken aback as I watch the absolutely record-breaking crowd at the National Mall during President Obama’s inaugural address. This is really happening.
And what made his speech even more powerful was that he addressed to not only the 300 million-plus crammed into the city or even the millions watching on televisions across the country but to people watching across the world. He reminded us all that now is the time to take responsibility and do our own parts in making change possible. That opportunity is a dare — not a door.
I watched, me and my friends largely snowed in, when Daybreak asked why I began crying silently.
I explained to her how I grew up hearing stories about how in my family’s time, they were not allowed to go to the same schools as white children. That they had different restaurants. That they were required to give their seats to a white person. That to see this man become President, one of the most powerful men in the world, was something that must have my passed family members smiling from Heaven.
I told her how proud I was of this country and how hopeful I was for its future. That I was ready and willing to do my part to help it prosper so that the children now, like her, would have an even better life than I did. And then I told her something that I hope she keeps with her for years to come.
That if you have the ability, there is little to nothing you cannot do.
This child — this blond, green-eyed child — nodded before snuggling back down into my lap while everyone else in the room tried to act as if they hadn’t been listening as well.
It won’t be easy, nothing worth doing ever is. But for those who will come later I fully believe it is worth the effort to change the way things are done in the economy to law-making to foreign policy.
We’ve come so very far.
But we still have so very far to go.
“Many of the great achievements of the world were accomplished by tired and discouraged men who kept on working.” – Anonymous
On Tuesday, November 4, 2008 at approximately 11:00 PM EST Barack Obama was declared President-Elect and many in the nation exploded into jubilation. After months of wondering if this country, only 40 years removed from the assassination of Dr. Martin Luther King, would elect a biracial man as her president, it felt like we had come far. It seemed as if America was more united than she had been since that nation-changing Tuesday morning seven years ago.
I personally was on what could easily be referred to as an election high for almost the next 24 hours. Nothing could bring me down.
You’d think I’d have learned by now that fate is determined to prove I am her bitch. Yet my stubborn ass just keeps trying her. Obviously, I have a masochistic streak and enjoy learning my life lessons from the School of Hard Knocks.
Ask and ye shall receive.
I am speaking of course about California’s Proposition 8. I had been on my way home from class when I get a call from Ruth telling me the results.
My heart dropped somewhere in the vicinity of my left shoe and a great deal of the optimism I had been feeling turned into inarticulate anger. I remember having to count backwards in Spanish just so I would not let loose a stream of profanity in public.
Hearing my own congregation speak on how we should support the passing of Prop 8 actually made me leave during Mass. I could not sit there and listen to Father Oaks, someone I have come to respect and trust, say that it was not an attack on the homosexual community but a defense of marriage. Nor could I hear the rationale that marriage was always intended to be one man and one woman.
Oh really? So I’m just imagining the stories of Abraham, Jacob, David, Solomon? All of whom had multiple wives and yet are touted as men we should aspire to be similar to. I despise hypocrisy so please do not waste my time using it to strengthen your argument.
Furthermore, where exactly in the Bible does it condemn same-sex marriage? I’ve looked extensively and have yet to uncover a single verse that expressly condemns a loving, monogamous relationship between two people of the same gender. In fact, look up the story of the relationship between Daniel, David, and Ruth as an example.
As for Prop 8 not being an attack on the homosexual community, that is akin to claiming Jim Crow and the Apartheid were not attacks against those of colour but merely to protect the stability of the nation. Then some have the nerve to claim that gay couples are still afforded all kinds of rights. Even some moderates say that civil unions should be enough.
Does the phrase “separate yet equal” mean anything these days?
In four states, it is expressly prohibited for lesbians and gays to adopt children and even in the states where it is allowed, there is a myriad of rules and prohibitions that make this very difficult.
Imagine that your wife has just died. You are sick with grief and the worry that your adopted child will be taken away by the state. Then have that same child die in a car crash barely two weeks from her fifteenth birthday. Now nearly a near later, you are pregnant with twins and seriously considering marrying your girlfriend. And every day, you feel ill worrying what might happen to those children should something happen to you. This is Mami’s life.
I was asked why I care so much about Prop 8 when I myself am straight. You want to get personal, fine, we’ll go personal.
Growing up, I learned fairly early in my childhood that I could not depend on my parents. My mom had too much work to do and my dad…well, he couldn’t really be bothered to care. As horrible as it sounds, I was fairly convinced that family was largely useless. I thought marriage was something only the older generation (like my great-grandparents) could make work.
You say you want to protect the children?
As far as I am concerned I was raised by Rose and Mami. They have always done whatever they could for me. They took an interest in my life and my happiness. I will never forget me calling them my family for the first time and the crying, smiling mass of limbs we were on their pool deck that night years ago. They were the only people under the age of 70 who wanted to protect me.
I was overcome with emotion when I saw that they had long thought to legally adopt me. Those papers were proof that someone somewhere wanted me as their child, something I had long doubted. I am proud to call them my moms and would have been prouder to still to have that recognized by the state.
Were it not for them, I would see marriage as a crock of shit. So how can it be that they and those like them are destroying the institution?
I don’t understand.
It’s a strange parallel when just shortly after my parents had their first birthdays, anti-miscegenation laws were rendered to be no longer in effect. These laws had been held to protect the sanctitiy of race. Now four decades later, we worry about the sanctitiy of marriage.
Daybreak, with all the innocence and clear-sight of a child, has said it best when she said, “no one can tell Auntie Imogen (who is her godmother) that she can’t get married. She should have a happily ever after too!”
Sweetheart, truer words were never spoken.
So it is that I must temper my excitement in the wake of President-Elect Obama’s win. We have come so very far in our short history.
This is true.
However, the passing of Proposition 8 also shows that we have so very far to go.
I will not give up hope though.
Los Gemelos Nuevos deserve to have their family acknowledged and supported.
Imogen and Ruth deserve to have the right to get married should they choose.
For that to happen, we must acknowledge and stand by the fact that marriage is a right, not a priveledge.
In 1967, then Chief Justice Earl Warren wrote in the decision of the Supreme Court Case Loving v. Virginia:
“The freedom to marry has long been recognized as one of the vital personal rights essential to the orderly pursuit of happiness by free men.”
If not now, then when?
Tonight I am more proud of my country than I have ever been in my 20 years on this Earth. To all those in Grant Park tonight, enjoy yourselves and be sure to take lots of pictures. I need to live vicariously through you.
You are witnessing history in the making.
To those who did not vote for President Obama, I ask that you can put it aside and let us work together to be a better America for all her people. I ask that you allow him to earn your trust. This is our land, both democrat and republican. And we are stronger together than we are divided.
As for myself?
I go to bed with a smile on my face and a song in my heart.
Ah, why the Hell not.
Dear Senator Obama,
Before anything else, I offer my condolences to you and your family for the loss of your grandmother. From what I know she was proud of the man you became which is all we can really hope for.
On this the eve of election day, I can imagine you are being swamped by mail from everyone spanning adoring fans to vitriolic critics. I doubt you will even read this yourself but that will not stop my sending it. I want to get these words out there. I need to.
Tomorrow the majority of Americans will hit the polls and vote, deciding which candidate they believe will best lead this country in the next four years. Which is a wonderful thing. Every single citizen capable of voting should do so. Suffrage is not only a right; it is a responsibility. So no matter which candidate a person votes for, I am happy they are doing their duty. When I was 14, my Civics teacher said a sentence that has stayed with me to this day. “If you don’t vote, don’t complain.”
I remember watching the Democratic Presidential Debates last July and thinking either Senator Clinton, Senator Edwards, or yourself would be the presidential nominee.
Sadly, I must recognize that this presidential election has brought out the worst in many of us on both sides. I may be voting for you but I do not see why that makes so many of your supporters defame and demonize Republican voters.
I can respect John McCain. I may disagree with him incredibly but I believe that he has what he sees as America’s best interests at heart. I admire the fact that he and his wife took in a 3 month old girl from Bangladesh. Along with his service record and rather affable personality. I see no reason to hate Senator McCain and I do not really see that changing.
I have heard you called a racist, a socialist, a terrorist, even the Anti Christ. I’ve heard McCain voters referred to as racists, idiots, rednecks, and all manner of nastiness.
Sir, I believe with all my heart that you can truly take us into the new century. I want to see the wounds in our foreign standing healed. I want the title of American to be something to be proud of again. I want to be proud of my country and secure in the knowledge that the head of my government has my best interests in mind.
No matter what the outcome, I thank you. You have become the embodiment of change to a tired and angry people. So win or lose, I believe what you have done will resonate through the generations regardless.
There are so many issues that concern me, it is enough to make my pulse race and head feel light and full of cotton. I stress as I wonder if decades down the road, I will be able to have social security as a fallback. I look at nations like Great Britain and wonder why we cannot have nationalized health care as well. I feel the anger well up in my stomach when I look at my friends and know that should they want a family, it will be an uphill battle from the start because they are both women. I hear people look at peace in the Middle East as lost cause and know in my heart of hearts that it will take time and successful diplomacy. I despise the helplessness I feel when I watch the shame on the face of one of my students because her family can’t afford new clothes. I look forward to the day when we are not reliant on gas and where alternative energy sources are considered more than just a pipe dream.
I look forward to a country where people of all ages, cultural, social, and economic backgrounds, religious beliefs, sexual orientations, educational backgrounds, and abilities are fully included and participating in society. A country where each and every one of its citizens is supported, accepted, and valued.
Tomorrow our world will change. Just what it will change into it has yet to be decided at the moment. Soon we will know who the next President of the United States will be. Many months of travel and sacrifice and tears and pain will tomorrow be vindicated.
In 2016, I want to be able to look back on 8 years of peace, equality, and prosperity. As someone who is increasingly thinking like a father, I want to be able to afford to both send my daughter to school and make sure she has health care. I want her to grow up to be very proud of her country and how it really is a land of hope for all people.
So on the eve of this historic election, I just want to say thank you. Thank you for standing up. Thank you for speaking out. Thank you for believing we deserve better and convincing us of the same. Thank you for sacrificing time with your family to campaign for what you believe in. Thank you for giving us hope. Thank you for giving me faith in politicians for the first time. Thank you for being who you are and having the willingness to share that with us all.
So for those who haven’t heard, early voting started today in North Carolina. Between people eager to vote for someone they believe will deal with the economic crisis or those who just wish to avoid the sardine-style lines at the polls on November 4, there was a decently sized turnout by any count.
Here I am, wearing a polo shirt, khakis, and my work shoes, just wanting to get home and into some comfortable clothes when I see these two women wearing McCain/Palin paraphernalia. T-shirts, visors, buttons, the works. Thanks to my Nana, I am (most of the time) unfailingly polite to people older than me. So when these women ask me if I would show support for McCain, I didn’t follow my first instinct and laugh in their faces.
Me: I’m sorry ma’am but I do intend to vote for Senator Obama when I actually get to the polls.
Woman #1: Sir, all we ask is that you listen.
Me: I have no problem with that Ma’am.
Woman #2: Did you know that Obama supports abortion?
Me: No Ma’am I did not know that. I thought he just supported the right to the option.
Woman #1: They are the same thing in God’s eyes. He doesn’t care about an unborn baby’s right to live.
Me: And a child born of rape or incest, or what if the mother is not physically capable of bringing the baby to term? What then?
Woman #1: That is not the child’s fault. It should not be punished.
Woman #2: Do you support abortion Sir?
Me: The idea makes me ill Ma’am but I support a woman’s right to choose. I believe, like Senator Obama, that supporting the decision in Roe v. Wade is the only way to avoid the back-alley abortions and needless deaths stemming from that.
Woman #2: I suppose you support marriage for gays as well?
Me: Fully. I believe in the line of the Declaration of Independence that says we are all entitled to the life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. I would proudly stand beside my friends as they say their vows and look forward to the day they won’t have to travel out of state to do so.
Woman #1: But God declared marriage should be between one man and one woman. How can any God fearing Christian support anything else?
Me: I don’t fear God Ma’am, any God I should fear seems petty and thus I will not put my faith in him.
Woman #1: Sir, you must see that Obama will run this country into the ground.
Me: Ma’am, you must see that we’ve been run into the ground for the last 8 years. It’s time for a change of pace.
Woman #1: You’re young though, what do you really understand about politics?
Me: If I were supporting Senator McCain and Governor Palin, you would not ask me that question so please do not subject me to double standards.
Woman #2: So are you voting for Obama because you’re black?
Me: No, prior to his dropping from the race I was supporting John Edwards. Are you voting for Senator McCain because he’s white?
At this point, they both got offended and walked off. Sometimes I have to marvel at how much patience I have.
It’s sad but I’m ready for this election to be over.
I’m tired of mudslinging and name-calling. I’m tired of listening to my mother say only a racist white person would vote for McCain and I’m tired of hearing the only reason a black person would vote for Obama is because of his skin colour. I’m tired of hearing Obama called a terrorist. I’m tired of hearing about Palin’s family (especially her daughter) in the news. I’m tired of all the pettiness and all the stupidity. I’m tired of often feeling ashamed of my country. I want to not care anymore. But I know myself well enough to know that isn’t going to happen.
I’m just tired.
Ralph Nader in 2012 anyone?