He does radio now.
We haven't heard much from America's most famous No-Longer-a-Deadbeat-Dad, ex-Rep. Joe Walsh of late. This is primarily by choice. After Tammy Duckworth handed him his no-longer-a-deadbeat-dad hindquarters in his 2012 reelection bid he drifted into the usual Plan B for far-right loudmouths that the voters have gotten tired of,
becoming a talk radio host, which as career move is only
slightly more embarrassing than that whole "deadbeat dad" thing that ol' family man Joe here had become known for.
There's apparently some standard clause in conservative talk show contracts saying that all great civil rights anniversaries must be celebrated by saying things that are both deeply ironic and deeplier offensive, though, so Joe Walsh, of all available people, took it upon himself to celebrate the 50th anniversary of the March on Washington by telling black Americans how raise their kids up. Head below the fold to behold the wisdom of Joe Walsh.
I have a dream that all black parents will have the right to choose where their kids attend school.
I have a dream that we stop closing the schools, but I think Walsh is probably talking about the less exciting but more business-friendly dream of giving everyone a small check and telling them to find their own damn education.
I have a dream that all black boys and girls will grow up with a father.
Well, at least they'd have it better than Joe Walsh's kids.
I have a dream that young black men will stop shooting other young black men.
I have a dream that all the young white men will stop shooting people too, but
that dream keeps getting blocked by the National Rifle Association, who seem to be rather one-sided in their concerns over who should stop shooting people and who has the God-given right to shoot people.
I have a dream that young unmarried black women will say "no" to young black men who want to have sex.
All right, now you're just being creepy.
I have a dream that today's black leadership will quit blaming racism and "the system" for what ails black America.
I have a dream that lily-white conservative radio hosts will stop honkysplaining black America to black people, but every time I make
that wish on a star the star gets depressed and tries to commit suicide. After the last star took out windows across an entire Russian city I promised myself I'd stop asking for it, just for the sake of public safety.
I have a dream that one day black America will cease their dependency on the government plantation, which has enslaved them to lives of poverty, and instead depend on themselves, their families, their churches, and their communities.
I may start have to asking for it again. Sorry, Russia, you might want to board up the windows for this one.
I really wish conservatives would simply shut up during anniversaries like this one. Let the nice non-conservative folks celebrate civil rights victories, let them point out what things have not changed enough—just pipe down for a few meager days. Grousing and complaining about the anniversary or trying to refashion it as some secret conservative victory just serves to remind everyone what hard-right opposition to those victories sounded like at the time, and still sounds like, and that does not seem like a wise choice on the part of the grousers. Obviously, though, they can't help themselves.