Fear of the Future
I wanted the election to be behind me once it was over. I understand the political process is NOT over and I am ready for that to begin. I am ready to work in my position to make our country better. I am ready to hold government accountable for the change we need to overcome our recent adversities. However, the extreme conservative, so-called “wingnut” right is still spewing the same rhetoric and hate as they did throughout the election
I didn’t want to go here. I wanted to be done with everything. I was so happy when the candidate I felt was the best choice for our country was elected. I was resigned to the fact, if he didn’t win, that I would have to work just as hard, if not harder WITH a president I felt was inferior. But I lucked out. Now all I hear about are the McCain/Palin supporters who have been whipped into a fear induced frenzy talk about how much they love Palin. How much they would like to secede from the US. How everything is going to hell in a handbasket because we have a Democratic President with a Democratic majority in the House and Senate. But that is a hypocritical statement. That was exactly what the Republicans wanted for themselves. Republican President with Republican majority House and Senate.
So, where am I going with all this? I’m not really sure. I know I want everyone to work together. I’m tired of the sides. I agree with George Washington that parties, by their very nature create partisanship. But how do we fix it?
And this particular issue? How do we fix this? With Sarah Palin fueling the most hate in her followers. Whipping up such a frenzy that attendees are screaming very unpatriotic things about the competition. Creating a rift and furthering the divide. Playing the partisan card to her zealot-filled best. This is part of what frightens me.
But it isn’t all. I read the comments on Munchkin’s 6th grade Social Studies blog regarding the election. There are 11 and 12 year old children being told by their parents that the only reason Obama got any votes was because people wanted to elect an African American man. That sexism is alive and well if a black man can win over a white woman. That the Electoral College stole the election from McCain. That change is bad and we should keep everything exactly the same. That Obama will be taking away all the guns and closing all the gun stores. I mean really. I understand I live in the deep south. I do, I get it. But why can’t we get past this?
And the Palin zealots scare me most of all. Those who are looking forward to Palin for 2012. These people truly terrify me. This is a woman who drove such a wedge into the political process. Forget about the clothing shopping sprees. Forget about the winks and the accent. Forget the 5 kids, one being special needs, as this has no bearing on how she might be able to run a country. Concentrate on her inability to follow a line of questioning and answer appropriately. Concentrate on her inability to speak to any of the issues McCain stood for. Concentrate on her inability to give a speech without hate spewing regarding terrorists. Concentrate on her main goal of driving a wedge the size of Alaska into the middle of our country, dividing us into two camps who refuse to attempt to see eye to eye. Concentrate on her being such a maverick that she strikes out on her own, essentially working against her own party to further her own ideals.
This is not someone I want running my country. And the fact that I know people who think Palin was attacked for being a woman and being pretty. That the media covered up the “fact that her corruption was a lie” (never heard she was corrupt to begin with?!?!), that she is full of integrity ?!?! That those of us who voted for Obama voted for a slogan and did not do our due diligence to learn about what he stands for and what his issues are about. Those people SCARE AND SICKEN ME.
And I hope we are around to keep them from getting someone like Palin in office in the future. Because that would be a scary place indeed.
Tomorrow, back to my regularly scheduled programming.
