I just got into work and I am fuming. WTAM 1100 is a radio station here, they are extremely right wing (fair and balanced my @$$). The Wills and Snyder show is on and hubby Timroff is listening for the Browns update here in Cleveland.
All of a sudden, Wills starts reading a note from "Greg". If anyone can find the actual transcript, please let me know. I am a pacifist, but what I heard made me want to destroy my radio.
"Barak Obama's speech was (dramatic pause) creepy," Wills read. "It seemed Barak is no longer a rock star, but a (dramatic pause) god...and his words last night were.... (dramatic pause) worshipped. As if his words can create new jobs, fix the economy, and save us from the weather."
I don't remember much after that because I was driving in traffic and simultaneously having trouble restraining myself from bashing my own radio, just to get that hateful voice out of my ears.
How f**king presumptuous. How asinine. It is stupid to think that we'll blindly follow anyone. While I am impressed and sure as anything that I will vote for Obama, I want to see change. I want a better America. I want the things he spoke of, and I am willing to work with him to make it happen. If, God forbid, we fail, we will hold ourselves accountable.
That's the difference between Dems and Pubbies, in my eyes.
It's the rule of law, a rule Obama knows well. Child King Georgie--may he rot in Hell for 7,000 years--wiped his @$$ with the constitution, in the name of big business. That policy has made enemies, destroyed the earth and cripled our children in more ways than I can count. People are hungry for results, and now we have a leader who can get $h1t done.
$h1t is what Pubbies gave us for eight years. Eight long years, full of secret prosecutions and oppression of the working man, you know their sins as well as I do. Just 3 years ago today we saw a major U.S. port drown because Child King George was celebrating and partying and not doing his f**king job. That city was never given the help that was promised. Even Nixon was better than Numbnuts Georgie, and Nixon hated us.
For the Pubbies to say that Dems worship anyone is f**king ridiculous. Democrats never go in lock-step, which is a good thing. It's good because (1) we are smarter together than we are separately and (2) it apparently scares the f**k out of pubbies when they see that mass of humanity (mostly those who have been hurt, deliberately, by this farce of a government) aimed at their throats.
Si se f**king puede.
These are the bootstraps that the Pubbies left us, after raiding our livelihoods, our checkbooks, and our families. They left us hope, after loosing Pandora's box of evils. And suddenly, I feel I'm the lucky one.
Now I look back and see how useless my anger is. I'm just so sick of all the lies, all the talking heads who presume to think for me. Pfah. Empty words are all the Pubbies have now, to go along with their empty promises, which stem directly from empty thoughts. They're like zen, but evil, without the compassion. The little man in the radio can't hurt me, he was hired to say hateful things and when he's not popular anymore, he'll be fired.
My anger's gone. There are problems to face, and speeches like the one last night somehow give me the strength to carry on. We'll hold our leaders accountable, we'll stick to the facts and we will make America better.
I'm lucky, I tell myself, as the War Planes from the Cleveland Air Show simulate bombing runs over my building, sending chills up my spine.
I'm lucky, I tell myself, as a co-worker loses another relative to the Iraq-Afghani war.
I'm lucky, I tell myself, as one magnificent Kossack was maliciously outed by a person who can't possibly benefit from the destruction of one of the beloved stars of this place, fainter than some, I know, but a star all the same.
I'm lucky, I tell myself, because Barak Obama is the Democratic candidate. I can't argue with that one.
I gave blood because Jeff Liber asked. I gave money because the candidates needed it. I gave money because the people here needed it.
I have hope. WTAM can kiss my @$$.