I'm not gonna bother wading into any of the "substance" of what the republicans have talked about at their convention. I'm sure you an guess what my opinions are in that regard.
And I'm not gonna delve into my thoughts regarding the "effectiveness" of America's favorite
beauty pageant runner-up
governor, or America's favorite
mayor, or any of the other white christians who tried to sell their platform of . . . change(!).
Nah, you can go read the pundints [sic] to learn about that.
I'll stick to something far simpler, far more gut-level. I'm gonna talk about the spectacle of watching that arena filled with wide-eyed & gaping-mouthed white people, whooping it up and chanting "USA-USA-USA" after every invocation of McCain's military service and readiness to lead us into at least 4 more years of never-ending war, as if Mike Eruzione had just slipped the puck past Vladimir Myshkin on the rink in Lake Placid.
And I'm gonna talk about speaker-after-speaker walking onto that stage to talk about war and gutter patriotism and abstract values and cities on the hill, backed by unsubstantiated and unsupportable declarations that America is the greatest, free-est, safest, richest nation in the history of the world.
I'm gonna talk about Rudy's mass rally, straight out of Mussolini's handbook, complete with sneers and sarcasm and outrageous insults based on nothing and backed by even less. Red meat? This was raw meat, with maggots squirming on the rotting flesh.
I'm gonna talk about Traitor Joe Lieberman, standing in front of a stage of rabid christian fundies -- counting the days til Jesus returns to smite his Jew ass and bring about the New Jerusalem -- dragging the names and reputations of his erstwhile colleagues and allies through the mud as he transparently & shamelessly positions himself for a cabinet post if McCain takes the day.
I'm gonna talk about Sarah Palin -- after days of hiding behind the right wing spin machine's salvos at "the left wing media's attacks" and "leave her family out of it" hand-wringing & whining -- introducing her children, one-by-one, in order to milk applause from the fetus-loving and war-craving audience of bible-thumping xenophobes.
That's what I'm gonna talk about. About the frightening image of these fucking insane
pleated trouser would-be rock stars and their blood-thirsty, soul-saving groupies raising hell (so they can rail against and try to "save" it), as they reduce the scope of the Presidency to its commander-in-chief duties, turning America into a military state, riding to save the world from non-believers of every color & stripe.
I'm talking about the fact that as an American who isn't naive, and understands that there is
a world beyond NY & California, I nonetheless find myself staring at the screen and thinking, "Who the fuck
are these people?! Are these my fellow citizens?"
And then, with disappointment mixed with anger and sadness, I remind myself of what I knew after Election Day four years ago: I detest
them, I loathe them, I despise & hate them from the core of my soul, to the center of my very existence. I wish they weren't Americans and I wish they didn't control or affect my country's policies.
Frankly, I don't care what Obama does or what he thinks or what he believes in. But I want Obama to do one thing & one thing only: smash these bastards into little pieces.
I can only hope.
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