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Friday, July 20, 2012

Today I weep

Today I weep
I weep for innocence lost
Blood shed
Violence glorified
Today I mourn
Something is broken
In America
Twenty-four hour media
Gets things wrong
Makes it worse
Adds fuel to the fire
Today I question
When did we choose
Hate over love
War over peace
Violence over discussion
Today we must look
In the mirror
And ask ourselves
Are we part of the problem
Or part of the solution
Today I weep

© Erin Nanasi 2012

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

No More Mrs. Nice Guy

Have I berated the Tea Party? Yes. Have I accused some of them of being racist ignorant tools? Yes. However, I have been reasonably polite, never calling them total and complete assholes who have no sense of right and wrong, no empathy or humanity. That all changes right now.

I was taking a look at a friend's Facebook page and I noticed a video he posted about two weeks ago. It was about 40 seconds long, and it showed a man, sitting on a street in front of a large, screaming crowd. The man sitting down was holding a sign that identified himself as a person with Parkinson's disease. The men in the crowd were yelling at him. One man yelled that if he (the Parkinson's patient) was looking for a handout, he was in the wrong place. Another man charged up to the Parkinson's patient and threw money at him, screaming "I choose when to give! I choose when to give!" The men verbally assaulting the Parkinson's patient were in the Tea Party, and the crowd of which they were a part was protesting against the Affordable Healthcare Act.

When we lived in Florida, my mother and I went to the grocery store late one afternoon. My mom was wearing a calf-length skirt and flats. She pulled into a handicapped spot, and we got out of the car. A woman ran up to my mom, and began yelling at her for parking in the handicapped spot because, to the naked eye, my mom looked just fine. My mom stood there, narrowed her eyes, bent down and lifted her skirt up over her scarred and swollen knees. When she did that, the sleeves of her shirt rode up a bit and her swollen, red elbows became noticeable as well. My mom dropped her skirt back down, and began walking into the store. Tears streaming down my face, I turned to that horrible, nasty woman and said "Who the hell do you think you are?"

If my mother had been at that protest, holding a sign that read "I have rheumatoid and osteoarthritis, a permanent staph infection, am deaf in one ear and have had at least three strokes," those men would have screamed at her, too. If my great aunt, who died of Parkinson's had been there, they would have belittled her and thrown money at her head.

So to the Tea Party, I say fuck you. How dare you yell at and demean people who are suffering? How dare you live your lives as if you and your right wing asshole buddies are the only ones who count? For three long years, I have tried to be fair and I have tried not to just call you all the names that roll around in my head. I'm done. Now I will release it all.

The Tea Party is a party of hate, stupidity, misinformation, violence, racism, selfishness, treason and divisiveness. You are un-American, you are war mongers, you are idiots. All of you. I don't care anymore, I really don't. That video made me physically ill, because I KNOW none of you have any problem doing that. Rush Limbaugh, one of your deities, accused Michael J. Fox of exaggerating his own Parkinson symptoms to get attention, and you all just lapped it up like mother's milk. And so, I am finally going to say the one thing I have kept inside for three years.

I hope, I really hope, you reap what you sow. I hope all the evil and the lies and the hate you have sent out into the universe comes back on you a hundred fold. And I hope Fox burns right along with you.

© Erin Nanasi 2012