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A Letter to the disillusioned
This is a letter to the people who want to take back America. No not you Tea Party guys. Thanks but no thanks. I’ve had enough with the shouting, angry, victim mentality. You’re like the guy who tries to finesse a girl into dating him with increasingly desperate maneuvers that border on creepy. Maybe you aren’t all racists but I don’t care. It’s too late and I really want don’t to hear any more of what you have to say unless it’s “sorry for inciting and legitimizing the crazy, militant, dangerous people”.
If you have painted yourself into a big government democrat or lil government republican corner, this letter probably is not for you either. Believe it or not, it’s not all about size.
No, I’m talking to YOU; the frustrated, jaded but hopeful, tired but optimistic, skeptical but not hateful and cynical and driven to misanthropy. You are the people who:
Hate what illegal immigration is doing to our country but don’t hate the immigrants for it.
Believe marijuana should be as legal as cigarettes and alcohol, but also realize that people who use it every day are just as pathetic as people who chain smoke or get drunk every day.
Would have liked to see health care reformed from the OUTSIDE, by empowering customers and on-the-ground providers, and not from the INSIDE, by the people who screwed it all up in the first place.
Don’t hate everything Obama does, and didn’t even hate everything Bush did but just dislike the government in general, because voting for the lesser of two evils all these years has left us with nothing but a bunch ‘mini-me s’.
Laugh at the fact that for 2,000 years the republican mantra has been “f*ck” the poor, and yet people still get all indignant about it like it’s some kind of modern human trait. Babies.
Cry at the fact that for 2,000 years the republican mantra has been “fck” the poor and in the new global economy billionaires are throwing million dollar birthday parties for their supermodel wives, and there is nothing out of sorts about a socialite wearing a $500,000 necklace with her $30,000 gown to a charity ball. A*holes.
You are the people who have opinions and passion, but don’t have answers and arrogance.
You are weary of celebrities and rock stars, and wary of athletes.
Are equally as disgusted at educated people who look down their noses at those who have not had their educational opportunities, and ignorant people who have a universal disdain for anyone who has more than a high-school diploma.
Don’t really know for sure about global warming, and would rather stop arguing about it and start building nuclear power plants pronto.
Doesn’t eat fast food, buys local and drools over organic tomatoes, but would never be so arrogant or naïve to think that those food choices are options for everyone.
Don’t smoke, drink to excess, or text while driving, and don’t think it’s unreasonable government interference to regulate these types of activities.
Would dance in the street if all the agricultural subsidies, auto industry subsidies, airline subsidies, Wall Street subsidies, mortgage subsidies, tax abatements, corporate welfare, and all the schemes written into the tax code were to get repealed, but know better and dance anyway just to dance because sometimes that’s all one of us ‘regular folks’ can do.
I am writing this letter because I know you are out there. Frustrated, tired of the hyperbole, the ad hominem, the childish semantics that dominate our national discourse.
You feel you have something substantial to add, but feel drowned out and shouted down by the “I know you are but what am I” rhetoric.