Long ago and far away, I learned my lesson about writing, talking, blogging about anything having to do with politics (and the host of other polarizing issues) on the internet or, ya know, out loud outside of my living room — and not even there if my father is around. Once you open your mouth, it’s like an open invitation to everyone else with a mouth to respond, most likely in ways that you won’t like and quite often in ways that will be downright nasty. I didn’t deal with it well, and I ended up shutting up because of it.
However, the older I get, the more I realize that is part of the problem. Yes, I’m going to just come out and call it like I see it, here it comes, are you ready? The older Democrats get, the tamer we get. Why? Because the older Republicans get, the more vitriolic they get. Maybe the liberal generation who used to ‘fight’ for free love and peace and can’t we all just get along did too good of a job of instilling their values in their children without instilling the drive to protect them because we have become a big bunch of some docile motherfuckers. If you’re gasping at my use of that word there, maybe that proves my point?
8 years ago, I believed in the general good in people and that while there were plenty of heavy-handed super conservatives out there, most people in America were surely more like me than they were like W. 8 years ago, I wouldn’t have imagined that the last 8 years could have happened the way that they have — not in America, the country that is supposed to cherish its freedom and rights more than any other on the planet, the country that I was taught takes a global mandate in taking care of people in need, the country to which I pledged my heart as a child. And now? After those 8 years? It’s time to speak.
I’m a Democrat. I’m out, and I’m proud. I want to fund every damn thing in the world to help people who need it and those who want to help themselves; yes, yes, I do, and I don’t mind raising taxes to do it — as long as I can make a decent damn wage and not have to work 3 jobs at once (ahem, like now) to try to keep my ass above water and solvent and keep my home and STILL be up to my eyeballs in debt and wondering how the hell I’m going to dig my way out of it. I admit it: I ached in 2000, and I cried, nay, broke down in 2004 at what my country had done to itself — and I wondered, truly wondered, if I wanted to stay in a country that could conceive of such a thing. I’ve spent the last 8 years aching — and numb when I can’t take the aching anymore. There was a time when I wanted nothing more than to devote my entire life to the service of other people by being a legislator and fighting for people who needed someone to fight for them; I don’t have the stomach for the political arena anymore (loooong story), but that doesn’t mean that I have to be silent.
It just means that I get to delete your comments if you suck.
Because this is where I get to be me. And so, with pride, I urge anyone like me, who has sat quietly for far too long in a duck and cover to avoid a body blow from the Not-Left: Stand up. Be who you are.
And for the love of god – register to vote.