The Revolt of the Generals.
Carl Bernstein's must read
Vanity Fair article.
Now
Rolling Stone gets on board.
The earth has shifted. The discussion of the mischief of the Ruling Junta in America is beginning. It cannot be stopped by questioning patriotism anymore. Alarm and disgust with our Dear Looter is reaching critical mass. And the momentum can and must end with the impeachment of our criminal leadership.
All thanks to my car window.
Wanna know why? Follow and I'll tell ya.
OK, fine, it's not ALL me. I gotta hat tip to
Kagro X and others who have been pushing the grassroots impeachment ideas.
It was all very simple. Reading this and other blogs was what I needed at first, to get the intellectual ammo to confront dittoheads and sheeple alike. And it worked beautifully. Soon I had a group of people at work and in my social circles who knew to 1) come to me with their Bush-based outrage for validation and commiseration or 2) avoid me like the plague.
And that was good.
But deep inside, I knew there was more, some sweeter drug that I was missing. Some of you are hip to this already. It's called the "Real World". (no, not the MTV show) It's often referred to obliquely in Blogtopia, as in the "you should really channel all that energy into something useful" type of comments I would get on a regular basis. But I didn't really get it until...
One day, during my morning blog ritual (this was during the revelations about the NSA abuse of power) I accidentally clicked on my word processor icon instead of the link I meant to click. And a blank page appeared.
I typed "IMPEACH" in bold letters, then grew the font size until it took over the whole page. Then printed it.
On another whim, still seething with the anger of a fresh outrage, I taped it inside the window of my car, and drove to work. I felt kind of funny, like I suddenly was parading about in the "Real World" still dressed in my cyber-blogger costume. Would people point and laugh? Would I be marginalized, treated with the contempt reserved for the fringe?
Nope. I've had a few conversations revolving around the (now fading) idea that I'm tilting at windmills, but the overwhelming response has been positive. Very positive. As in "I'm a reserved Yankee type who won't say hello on a cold morning, but gee, I couldn't help noticing your car window, and d'ya think it could be done?" kind of positive. It really hit home when my Republican nemesis from college pointed to the sign and said "It's about the country, not the party" as detailed in my impeachment Magnum Opus.
Recently, due to a family illness, I've been putting massive miles on my car. That puts me in a lot of gas stations. What a perfect little ice-breaker my IMPEACH sign is as motorist X and I are pumping our salaries into our gas tanks. I have gotten used to the beeping of horns and thumbs up signs I get on the road.
The part that's still a little disconcerting is when people pass me, then slow to match my speed in order to read my sign (which has been upgraded to include the Articles of Impeachment.) As often as not we start a discussion as we careen down the highway.
Most importantly, I have received zero attacks, either verbally or through vandalism.
I admit I was a bit worried about broken windows, or being keyed by some bitter wingnut, but it simply hasn't happened. I drive a Subaru Baja, a fairly noticeable ride, and I've gotten encouragement from, among others,
Joe sixpack type in a Chevy pickup full of sheetrock
More than one SUV with Support the Troops ribbons
Bush/Cheney bumpersticker wearer (I'm thinking it was his insurance against a speeding ticket - after he waved, he floored it...).
IMPEACH. It's not just for blogs anymore.