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Calling All Asshats

So the teabagger people did their thing today in Washington D.C. raising some last-minute ruckus against the health care reform bill to be voted on tomorrow.

Reluctant leader of the pack Sarah Palin could not be there, but did implore her Facebook friends anywhere near the Beltway to show up. Handsomer-than-ever patriot Jon Voigt urged his freedom-loving American followers to join him there by the thousands. And anchor-baby Michelle Malkin, of course, rallied her lot to swarm in also, advisedly schlepping Zazzle posters along with.

Exploiting one's status, or notoriety, calling to arms the masses who subscribe to this or that particular ideology, it's done all the time. And I'm sure it's possible there are some perfectly reasonable tea people out there somewhere, but it really does seem that more often than not, these little get-togethers, like the one today, turn out to be mostly an assemblage of asshats. Probably the liberal media's fault I think that way, but still.

Seems to me if they truly wanted to make their point, protesting this Obamacare Socialism Whatsit that bothers them all so very much, they might consider not acting like a bunch of dorks every time they gang up. Don't know how they expect to swing any votes their way, what with the spitting on and the name-calling of the ones they are presumably trying to persuade.

Civil rights guys Emmanuel Cleaver and John Lewis got spit on and called "nigger", Barney Frank was called "faggot" and lisped at, or something. Whatever. If this was organized to be a last-ditch protest to stop the bill from passing, it seems that it would perhaps befit those there to not misbehave in such a manner to guarantee that it does.

The bill will pass regardless, of course, and I am excited about that despite my certain disappointments and frustration with getting it done, but honestly. For what today's commotion really was after all, just a last symbolic reminder that they're still here and still opposed to everything, even so, decorum ought not be totally dismissed, and name-calling is pretty childish. Asshats.

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