Over at ballon juice, front-pager soonergrunt has written an eloquent piece that needs to get seen by a lot of eyes. It's the fierce & sober answer to anybody who's trying to defend Mr. Darren Wilson or the system that protects him.
How did I get involved with those people in the first place? It was just a gesture to satisfy my soon-to-be in-laws, whom I admired and whose family I was so thrilled to be joining. Really, they were great . . . and having my wedding in a church seemed like a small concession. What did I care? It was just a building.
And then, in the process of choosing said wedding-vow church, I happened to be present during a service offered by the teenaged members of prospective wedding-vow church. This was during the Reagan administration, for cultural reference. Okay? Long, long time ago. Picture me at 34, watching a couple of dozen high-schoolers being their authentically irreverent, silly, hopeful, wicked selves in front what was a clearly respectful, familiar, and loving adult congregation.
I wanted that exact thing for my kids, if I was lucky enough to ever have any. I wanted a community that would be on their side, that would look at them with that expression of glad & knowing acceptance. I'd never seen such a thing in my life until that day.
I didn't even have to pretend to care about the bible, see; this was a liberal church. But I'm done with them . . . and I'm writing this to ask you one question. On the flip.
I just read the Michael Lewis piece in Vanity Fair, and it got me thinking about the president in Denver. A lot has been said about how he seemed disengaged, tired, resigned, detached, lost, ad nauseum.
There's one bit in the Lewis article that I think explains at least some of what was behind that, and another that ought to leave us fired up and ready to go for the next round.
Follow me across the croissant for the crux of the matter.
Ran across this poem (called The Low Road) the other day and it seemed so prophetic and perfect. Starts like this:
What can they do
to you? Whatever they want.
They can set you up, they can
bust you, they can break
your fingers, they can
burn your brain with electricity,
blur you with drugs till you
can t walk, can’t remember, they can
take your child, wall up
your lover. They can do anything
you can’t blame them
from doing. How can you stop
them? Alone, you can fight,
you can refuse, you can
take what revenge you can
but they roll over you.
That's the beginning. "Alone, you can fight, you can refuse, you can take what revenge you can, but they roll over you."
They sure as fk do.
DK, old friend . . . what can I say? You blew it for me back in the primaries, when you--upon whom I once depended for reality-based commentary--lost your collective mind.
I got here via the old Blog for America. Remember that? Howard Dean was the only voice sticking it to Bush, and when he got laughed off the national stage there was almost no where to go. I was logged on to BfA on New Year's Eve 2003--a good night. The last one I would have for a long while.
It was sad to see you turn into a left version of the freepers. It was sad to see the rec list full of bullshit diaries, frothy with hatred for Democrats who didn't support Obama with all their heart and soul and mind, as my old Catechism teacher would have phrased it.
It was especially sad to see the front page waving false flags (kos asserting that someone had tried to make Obama look more black!) at a time when all should have been joyous. I had to stop reading this site so that I could vote for him happily! You-- his loudest fans -- made me ashamed of supporting him. I didn't want to be one of you.
So . . . on the flip I have a question.
The woman looks to me like a caged lion these days. Her trap is constructed from the same stuff as her strength, and I can only imagine what old Will might have done with such a character in such a predicament.
"Think you I am no stronger than my sex,
Being so father'd and so husbanded?"
Her intelligence -- formidable! She seems to have thought through more angles of more issues than anybody but Bill himself.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves
Her drive -- scary deep. Can you even imagine what it takes to be
Done to death by slanderous tongue
hated so viciously by so many and keep right on going?
She's alternately punished and rewarded for both those qualities, depending on the day and the hour and the mood of the public. I'd be willing to bet she punishes herself more than anybody here has -- and some of you are downright ugly in your assessments. She brings out the worst in some people; she's made a lot of Kossacks into freepers in terms of the temperature of their venom. That's the reason for what's happening to her now.
That 4 years ago we spent the whole fucking primary season ripping each other to pieces?
That it was people at dkos who made the most fun of John Edwards (Breck girl? Have I mentioned that I'm the son of a mill worker?)
That is was people at dkos who loved to refer to John Kerry as an Ent? As Lurch?
That Clark supporters could not resist referring to Howard Dean as a toad?
The 2008 version of primary season is more subtle, but even more stupid.
- Too many pros are posting; Dudes, I can read what you think in your campaign literature. Identify yourself or shut up.
- Organized rec-ing wrecks the system. The top ten list has become predictable. Same people, same issues, same snore.
Dear Michele & Boobs
We get that you think Graeme and Gemma Frost should only have gotten government-funded medical treatment for their head injuries after their parents had sold everything and hit up the grandparents for whatever was still not covered.
Okay? We get that. You would never dream of asking the taxpayers to subsidize you when bad things happen. Never! You are paragons of personal responsibility. You are waaaay high up there on the pure as driven snow peaks of moral choice-making.
But here's what I want to know . . .
If you were parent to twins and one of them had to sustain a spinal cord injury during the birth process, which would you choose?
Come on, Mister Bush. We know you excel at deciding, so go ahead . . .
While you're thinkin' it over (we wonder what it's like to be you and think at the same time!) maybe you could watch this little movie.
It show some friends of mine. LIttle guys with more pure gumption, humanity, and smarts than the Bush administration in toto--why, these kids would put the shame to your brain Karl, your minder, Dick, your spokesliar, Tony, and your lawyer, Gonzo wthout even trying. Watch the one in the kid-sized wheelchair struggle to pick up a baseball . . . he's a six-yr-old quadriplegic now, but just imagine the rest of his childhood, pissing into a catheter while watching his brother pull away. What do you call a quadriplegic in diapers??? Ordinary! Ha ha, it's not a joke.
Or, imagine his brother trying not to feel bad for being whole and healthy.
Want to choose, Mister Bush? No? How about you, Laura? Jenna or Barbara? Barbara or Jenna?
It makes me nuts to read posts here in DailyKos about stem cell research. Oh, I don't really understand the issue! I haven't actually read the bill! Isn't this one good for Democrats? Can't we win on this issue?
Here is the fucking issue: the basic biology of human embryonic stem cell research is unbelievably complex. Understanding how these pluripotent cells get their instructions to become nerve cells, blood cells, bone cells, whatever--is going to take 10,000 people working full time for 10,000,000 hours. The goddamned NIH is the place for this to happen. Is it happening? Shit, no. Hell, no. NO.
Do you want to know how intensely interested some people are in the promise of embryonic stem cell research?
Do you want to know why I hope to spit on this president's grave one day?
Hey Kosters! Remember when I told you a while back that a bunch of wheelchair people were going to go to DC for a rally and to lobby our esteemed congress members? Hereis a link to that history, if you care to read it.
We did go. I want to share it with you because I, like lots of you, have lately been feeling pretty angry and hostile toward our system. Ever since the Democrats handed the president a 3 month get out of accountability free card--especially since it will be paid for with yet more sacrifice from nobody they know or care about--my attitude toward this congress has been, oh, what's the phrase? Crapped out. Yes, that's it.
HOWEVER. While in DC, I learned a number of remarkable scientific good news bits, I spent quality time with some very engaging paralyzed people, and I was very pleasantly surprised to discover that when you have the majority, everything is fresh and new. The Republican staffers who stiffed you last year speak to you with respect and courtesy. The Democratic staffers are upbeat . . . And then there's the PONY!
UPDATE . . . can somebody help me resize that photograph???
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