Just a brief post to say. . .
. . . to hell with 'em.
While many here are busy cataloging the efforts of Fox and Koch and Failin to assign credit for last weekend's events to persons unrelated to those events, or to continue their assiduous documentation of all things goofy emanating from the rightish end of the American political spectrum, I have to say I no longer give half a rat's behind anymore.
After years of inanity and insanity, changing the name of french fries, slapping on purple heart band-aids, calling a conservative-center senator and president a radical Marxist, screaming about government takeover of Medicare, yowling about readily-examined public records. . .
Oh, hell, you know it all. You were there.
After all that, to attempt to make the defeat of the man who masterminded the murder of more Americans than Yamamoto was able to kill on Dec. 7, 1941 into a rabid, rancid conspiracy fest aimed only at de-legitimizing the man ultimately responsible for the success or failure of the action, well, that closes the book on these people for me.
I didn't "celebrate" the killing of bin Laden, but, as a U.S. citizen, I was glad to mark the end of a particularly ugly era in our history, glad even that the end came with some definitive comeuppance for the guy who set it in motion. I don't begrudge the kids in DC and New York their whooping, nor Jon Stewart his glee. It just isn't my style.
But the people who can't get off the political dime for one second, can't simply offer thanks and an attaboy to the military, the intel community and the president who set them in motion, well, I can no longer even pretend to take them seriously. They are not even trying to engage in rational debate. They're just being dicks.
Being a fellow who drives the public streets, deals with utility companies and health care billing agencies, takes numbers and stands in lines at government offices, etc., etc., etc., I really have enough self-important, unlistening, irrational dicks to deal with in my life.
That is why I'm no longer interested in what the Right has to say. About anything, least of all my president or my party.
I love informed discussion. I relish spirited debate. I crave educated exchange.
But I don't need any more dickishness in my life. I get enough on the road.