They say if you drop a frog into boiling water, it will try to hop out. But if you put the frog in warm water and slowly increase the temperature until it is boiling, the frog will stay put until it dies.
This is kinda how I feel about America right now. Bush was like boiling water and we jumped out. Obama isn't boiling water but I can't help but feel the heat is being slowly turned up on us.
Ever since I've been posting diaries here, I've been pro-Obama. But I must say, lately I'm running out of excuses reasons to be optimistic. I mean, just look around us. Everything is completely fucked up. It seems as if nothing is going right for this country and it really makes me wonder...
How bad does it need to get?
Seriously.
How bad does it need to get before we start talking about a full-on revolution? I realize I'm tip-toeing through the tea bags here a bit but Jesus Harry Christ! How much more can we take? Our Congress is corrupt as hell. Every hour it seems corporations have invented a new way to rob us blind. Our news media (whom is supposed to be our last line of defense) is worse than a circus sideshow. Our Supreme Court splits 5 to 4 on every important decision. Same 5 justices against the same 4 justices. As a nation, we haven't been this divided since the Civil War. Oh, and then there's the Gulf. Fuck. We're destroying the planet at an alarming rate. Oh yeah, jobs too. Millions of us are unemployed. No one cares. But we gotta save those banks! They are too big too fail dontchaknow. Health care reform? Ha! Education reform? Ha-ha! End the wars? Ha-ha-ha!
Shall I go on? Because I could. I could go on and on and on and on. But you already know the details. The details of The Shit. We write about it every god-dammed day here in our little orange cave hideout. How this thing or that thing is becoming more and more fucked up as we type. It's gotten to the point that when a Congress-person actually does their job we hold them in the highest of all regards, like a saint. Why? Because it's so fucking rare. That's fucked up, if you really think about it.
Yup...
Things. Are. Very. Fucked. Up.
Can't we at least get our pitchforks (okay, our grandfathers' pitchforks) out of the tool shed and pretend we know how to use them? Can't we at least fake like we're going to have a revolution? Just to put a scare into them. These fuckers are supposed to be working for US! Remember? Declaration of Independence? Constitution? WE THE PEOPLE!
No? Ugh!
That reminds me... Where the fuck is Obama?
He should be screaming right now. Yes, SCREAMING... at the top of his skinny-ass lungs. He should be getting the people fired up and ready to go! Where is all that positive energy we had in early 2009? Where is The Hope?
You know, I really miss that guy that gave all those incredible speeches that were so moving, heart-felt and TRUE. Where did that guy go? We need him... now, more than ever. Was it all just a dream? Did he ever even exist?
I must say that this has been the most disappointing thing about Obama, for me at least. Doesn't he understand that we need him to lead us? To energize us? To give us the inspiration to fight back and PUSH our way to victory! But where is he? No one knows. I guess he's doing his job. Silently. Trying very hard not to make a noise. He's like a butler that works the graveyard shift. Cleaning the house quietly so as not to wake anyone. But the house isn't getting cleaner. It's getting worse. The water is getting hotter. We need to hop out.
Change? What change? Minor change, maybe. More like chump change.
When a president doesn't have the votes in Congress, he needs to take the fight to the people. He needs to be our collective voice of dissent. He needs to get us motivated and riled up enough so that we threaten our lowly Representatives with all kinds of nastiness and hate if they dare, yes DARE, vote against We The People.
We need to know that the president has got our back. That the guy with the most power in the world is there fighting for us and cheering us on like a crazy parent at a little league game. I wanna see him screaming at the ump and getting in his face on our behalf. We need to see that. We need to know that no matter what, he's with us 100%. Rain or fucking shine.
But it hasn't been like that. Candidate Obama has left the building, folks. President Obama has entered. Two different guys. The thrill is gone. And if it ain't gone, it's on it's way out the door. The fucking honeymoon is over.
Obama, if you're listening, where are you? We need you.