Watching Rachel Maddow with my folks, and Lawrence what's his name who is filling in for Keith these days, I absolutely maintain that nastiness is nastiness no matter who is spreading it around. Teabaggers may be the ones tossing bricks through windows, cutting propane lines, threatening Steve Driehaus' family and leaving very ugly messages for Bart Stupak - but those progressive fundamentalists on Facebook were equally as ugly. I expect they all think they are simply telling the truth as they see it. I don't know how saying "I hope you die you worthless piece of shit motherfucker," is telling the truth, but I bow to their superior understanding in these matters. Why should progressive fundamentalists be any more responsible for their language than John Boehner or Eric Cantor? Or Rush Limbaugh, for that matter.
If a fellow on Facebook thinks he deserves to talk like Rush Limbaugh and that makes him a man, all I have to say is, "Quien es mas macho?" Besides, my issue with the former facebook friend wasn't exactly the commentary he added to the links he shared. He dismissed a woman in the resulting thread who objected to the way he and his followers smugly insisted the bill was not worth passing.
There was an extremely heated debate at the Constitutional Congress back when this country was founded. As I recall, we had to strike a deal with slave owners to get them to sign off on the document at all. I reckon we're still compromising with their philosophical descendants.
Looking at the whole health care spectacle, I'm reminded of a football game. When Obama took office, it was kind of like our side got the ball about a foot out from the other team's end zone. It took 18 months and who knows how much maneuvering for us to get a first down - the Health Care bill.
I'm not concerned about the other team right now. I'm still pondering our own team. Looks to me like there are a number of progressives who are kind of like a player who thinks we should have gone for all 99 yards for a touch down on the first play. When Obama didn't go for 99 yards on the first play, they called him a Pussy and a Corporate Tool and refused to play if he wasn't going to go for all 99 yards in a single throw.
You can't be in Texas without thinking about football - even during the off season.
A lot of people fought hard for this first down, and we've still got 90 yards to go. I still doubt I'm cut out for political discourse. More likely I'm the kind of person who serves brownies and herb tea at half time. I don't have to decide right this minute, though. I have to decide whether to have chicken enchiladas verde for lunch or fajitas. Or maybe barbecue.
Then I'm heading up Hwy 290 to Austin to spend a sunny weekend with my tribe.