I am an occasional political junkie and I live in God’s country, which is another way of saying I live in a simply beautiful area that is populated by, well, a fair number of 1960 hippie throwbacks meet ex-suburban rednecks.
Somehow their political views mesh, in sort of a generic keep-the-government-outta-my-face-unless-I need-help mosaic. Most are very nice people except when they’re angry. I’m not sure why they’re angry — it’s something about the people having spoken.
On the other hand, I am tad upset, too. Beyond the system being rigged and out of control, there’s an enormous ethical issue that has been casting a wide dark shadow.
I have a dear friend, a conservative, whose email has been overwhelmed the past eight years with forwarded emails, usually about the President or his wife. My friend asked me to check out some of the claims, as he doesn’t navigate the internet, and let him know what I found.
It was appalling. One blatant lie after another, one accusation after another, one photo-shopped picture after another, usually in the context of making the First Lady look like a street-walker or linking Obama to a Kenyan birthplace or Islam or terrorists.
My friend deletes the emails now, but it’s no wonder the majority of Republicans doubted the president’s birthplace and still doubt his religion and loyalty, not that religion should matter under the Constitution (Article Six, Section Three).
Apparently, any God and religion are just fine, as long as He’s a WASP. Not quite what the founding fathers had it mind.
It’s a bit sad in how quickly people forget their roots and history. I recall a thousand years ago when I was teaching in a very white, affluent high school. I had one black student. We had just begun celebrating MLK Day when another student, a bit of a loudmouth and bully, started mouthing off about the day.
The goddesses must have been listening, because there was an immediate inspiration for a new lesson.
Everyone stand. We all stood. We’re going to go see which of our families have endured prejudice.
Anyone who’s African American, sit. My one student sat. He was very, very alone.
Latino, Hispanic, sit. I sat. Now there were two.
Asian, sit. Another joined us.
Native American. Sit.
Eastern European. Russian. Sit.
Latin Countries (Italy, Portugal, Spain).
Now, for families or you — parents, grandparents, siblings, aunts, uncles
By the end, we had our one WASPy male kid, the classroom bully, still standing while the rest of us were sitting, united in our minority status.
It’s kind of like that, America. Most of us have been or still are “those people.”
That one bully rather reminds me of The Donald, who also speaks at a 4th grade level (Boston Globe and the Flesch-Kincaid readability test) and evidently struggles at math as well. I’m no math wizard, but even I understand that the Republican Convention hosts some 2,274 delegates, and it takes just a majority (1,237) to become a marginally weak candidate. The D has 673, a little over half way to getting the nomination, and he’s throwing a temper tantrum over not having been crowned as of yet?
Of course, he has a model in Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell who announces that the people need to speak before we can proceed with approving a Supreme Court Judge.
ah, the people already spoke. Sixty six million of them. Of course, that hasn’t stopped the majority party from blocking most appointees, effectively denying the legitimacy of an elected president and undermining the work of the government. Unethical in addition to setting a very dangerous precedent.
That said, the Republicans deserve The Donald. It’ll be interesting, if a tad painful, to see which group of Republicans can out-con and out-bully the other as their convention grows closer.
Needless to say, I am trying to focus on quilting and walking, at least through November.
Although walking may have to be tempered if we’re to believe Trump’s veiled threat of rioting if he’s not selected, not that he’s encouraging rioting, you understand, just sayin’ it’ll happen.