About a year and a half ago, I was ready to stop writing this blog, because it wasn’t making me feel any better, I was getting self-conscious, and pretty much everyone I knew had stopped blogging (except for a stalwart few, especially when the Gribster tries absinthe). If I was going to keep going, I had to give myself some new guidelines, and one of them was NO MORE TALKING ABOUT THE BLOG ON THE BLOG. So you’ll have to pardon me, because there are few more guidelines I’d like to put forth.
– Number one, I’m so fucking angry all the time I can barely speak about politics without rending my garments. I had largely recovered from much of my GWB-inspired rage, but the floodgates re-opened when S. Palin denigrated community organizers – not once, but twice – in her RNC acceptance speech. That particular brand of cruel smugness is responsible for so much misery in this country, and it brought back everything I’d sublimated about Republicans.
– As such, this blog is going to be chock full of swear words and deeply offensive language for the next few weeks. Will it be my finest moment? Will Lucy read this years from now and burst with pride? Probably not. Too bad. I’m sorry, future Lucy! Oh, and do your homework!
– Time and time again conservative commenters have referred to my words here as “talking down to Everyday Joes, which is why the Republicans win”. This sentiment does several things: first, it’s an admission by those very conservatives that their votes come from people so stupid that they’ll make decisions based on who hurt their goddamn feelings.
Secondly, it’s a cheap tactic designed to catch progressives in a double-bind: we’re too weak-willed and pusillanimous to come out swinging… but if we do, we’ll alienate small-town Americans! Thanks, really, but fuck off. People who vote for strictly emotional and irrational reasons deserve to be shamed, and shamed ritually and publically.
Thirdly, you’re giving me a lot of credit. We get a shitload of hits here at xtcian, mostly people looking for Misty May’s arse or a new set of Jarts™, but I’m fairly confident my political rants will not trickle into the Johnson family computer nook in North Platte, Nebraska.
– Relatedly, my old friend (and excellent lead guitarist) Schultz wrote “If you cannot see that you are blinded with your own hatred, then you have far bigger problems that this election.” Well, I’ve been pretty up-front about having problems bigger than this election, but I don’t think any Republican can fathom what it’s been like to sit helplessly through the last eight years.
And don’t give me the “now you know how we felt under Clinton” canard: Clinton never gutted everything you ever stood for, then smirked as you writhed in misery. He was more a friend to you than you’ve chosen to remember, and he also fattened your bank account into a complacency you’ve only just snapped out of.
So I would put forth that if you’re not blinded by rage right now, you’re not paying attention. This blog is a place where a few people can congregate to commiserate or argue against that rage.
– One last piece of business: I will no longer tolerate the argument that Sarah Palin is equally qualified to be President as Barack Obama. You Republicans should be bathing in shame, not just for nominating her, but for the act of convincing yourself she isn’t a deluded, cynical DISASTER. When your party leaders said she was well-versed in foreign affairs because Alaska was close to Russia… weren’t you embarrassed? Or does that mean Obama gets credit because his Great Lakes touch Ontario, Canada?
It’d be funny, except that it so isn’t. Even mentioning her cringe-inducing resumé – which includes visiting Ireland while her plane refueled – in the same breath as Obama’s completely minimizes everything he fights for. Obama already has the ear of the rest of the world, while Palin is still trying to pronounce “nuclear” – which had to be spelled phonetically on her teleprompter.
So to hell with your first amendment rights: I’ve allowed you to make that specious case several times on these pages, and I’m done. If someone compares Palin’s experience to Barack Obama again, I’m going to delete it.
– Oh, and I love you all. Any other blog guidelines you can offer will be welcome.