I was going to explain my decision to quit Facebook today. I haven’t been on the damned thing in more than two weeks. I have my reasons but you’re going to have to wait now.
Quickly checking my email before I began to clack away, I noticed a message from The Loved One. The topic line read: “I’m so angry….”. Oh hell, I thought, what’d I do wrong now?
She’s a great looking tomato, smart and sweet. But when she gets mad, Monroe County’s emergency sirens ought to blow. Her message continued: “…Your blog topic should be on this!” Phew! It wasn’t me she was mad at. That’s a relief.
The Loved One went on to provide a link to a news story about yesterday’s demonstrations in Washington DC against health care reform. Funny thing is, I’d been thinking of writing about them myself but then decided to go with Facebook. The Loved One’s email put me back on my original track. Thanks, babe-elah!
So, the righteous white people of this holy land descended upon our nation’s capital to voice their extreme displeasure with that unmistakable sign of fascist tyranny, universal health care. Many of yesterday’s demonstrators described themselves as Tea Partiers or Tea Baggers or what the hell ever they’re calling themselves. Coffee Urns, I don’t know. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t care. Only this gang promises to be something more than an annoying collection of uninformed, semi-literate jerks. We’ve had plenty of those and we’ve survived just fine, thank you.
As congressmen climbed the Capitol steps, headed for a vote, demonstrators called Barney Frank a faggot and a homo. They spat on Emanuel Cleaver. They called Cleaver, Andre Carson and John Lewis nigger. Again and again and again. They shouted the mantra, “Kill the bill,” emphasis on the word kill. These people were.... To finish reading this post, go to THE THIRD CITY.