This is a follow up to my diary from earlier today, which I also sent to Josh Marshall, who posted on TPM. But I wanted to give you all the update as well:
It was a very long night, but both my wife and I are perfectly fine -- at least physically. Things are very quiet in our part of the neighborhood now; our corner has become an extemporaneous gathering point for law enforcement to take a breather, grab some Dunkin' Donuts coffee, and talk amongst themselves. The temperature is perfect outside, and if it wasn't for the larger circumstances, one would feel inspired to go hang out with them.
This is, of course, in stark contrast to what we experienced off and on over the past 12 hours.
I live on Dexter Ave. in Watertown, Mass. where we just experienced what I can only describe as war.
In the wake of last night's debate debacle, where Scott Brown continued to sling his ignorant views on Native identity, I'm sharing this message written by Patrick Sauer, a freelance writer based in Brooklyn. You can find this story and others on the blog "As You Can See" I'm Not A Native American. (Also, see the UPDATE after the jump.)
Dear Senator Brown,
I want to show you a picture.
These are my nephews. Amos is in front, older brother Waylon is in back. They're fun kids, I think you'd like them. If either of your daughters ever decides to have a child, these dudes are the kind you want. They're lively, spirited, rambunctious, and they have just enough of our family's Irish ancestry to be the quintessential Massachusetts natives.
Let me show you another picture.
I encourage all you non-Native-American Native Americans out there to send your own message -- let's teach Sen. Brown a lesson about identity.
More after ye olde squiggle.
As a mixed-blood Kiowa Indian who lives in Massachusetts, you can guess I have very strong opinions about Scott Brown’s attack on Elizabeth Warren regarding her racial identity.
I can respect differing opinions as to Warren’s connection to the Cherokee and Deleware tribes and traditions, but none of us, much less Scott Brown, is qualified to declare that she "apparently has no Native American background". To all of us who have haven't been ignoring the increasingly mixed demographics of our country, it should come as no surprise that the truth of the issue of tribal identity is far more complex than Brown's black-and-white you're-either-Native-or-not attitude.
The title sounds like this would be from a long-time Obama supporter, n'est-ce pas? Well, it's not; one look at my diary history will tell you that much. I'm finding, somewhat to my surprise, that I got over the disappointment of Clinton's loss a while ago, because it's really been a foregone conclusion for a while (anytime Slate.com has a Deathwatch for you, you might as well pack it in, I guess [although I'm glad the life preserver buoyed her up some at the end! 8^) ]).
I do have a serious question for all y'all out there, and I'm sorry if this has been asked before, but I ask it from the bottom of my heart.
Yes, I voted for Hillary Clinton. But first, let me tell you about a great movie from the late ‘70s. (bear with me… I get back to politics eventually...)
I'm not strongly anti- or pro-gun (at least when it comes to non-assault weapons), so I've found the expected debate post-VT interesting, if a little frustrating. But I've generally been able to read contentions on both sides with a bit of detachment.
But there has been something subconsciously unsettling about some of the claims of pro-gun proponents, particularly those associated with the NRA. I've not been able to put my finger on exactly what it was for me, someone who is generally pro-hunting and can understand the instinctual urge for self-defense. Ted Nugent's commentary on CNN.com this morning cleared that confusion up for me, however, in spades.
I'm a filmmaker by trade, and I've been a lurker/contributor on dKos for a couple of years now. During that time, I've never figured that my film work and appetite for progressive news and opinion would ever meet.
But then it hit me the other day that I had created something a couple of years ago that the dKos community might enjoy. It's a short fictional film about journalism that embodies some of the issues we at dKos have with the media. And so, at the calculated risk of exceeding my website's bandwith, I'm glad to share with you my short film, "All the Reverend's Men."
I currently live in Massachusetts, but I grew up in Oklahoma, where I had the honor of voting against Sen. James Inhofe. Personally, the man is very amiable, as all decent politicians are, and I'm sure his family is wonderful. But after hearing the senator's self-laudatory remarks
about the homogenously heterosexual nature of his family, I felt I had to find out exactly how he was so certain.
So, after a lot of digging (as any good journalist, my sources are secret), I found the following transcripts of phone conversations between Sen. James Inhofe and his grandchildren. I've redacted the names of the young ones to protect their identities.
I know I'm not alone in being thoroughly disgusted with the entire idea, propogated by Pat Robertson and his ilk, that God dishes out cosmic justice based on people's misdeeds (at least as defined by X-ian fundies). But still, this bit of coincidence
takes the cake and makes all Robertson's blathering almost worthwhile.
GROTON, Connecticut (AP) -- A Learjet registered to religious broadcaster Pat Robertson crashed in Long Island Sound while flying in heavy fog Friday, killing both pilots, authorities said. All three passengers escaped without serious injury.