Reality Really DOES Bite

I was going to post the youtube that showed you trying so very hard to seem intellectual about the tea parties--you know, when you were interviewed by that fellow who pees himself every time anyone mentions the president's name? (Snort--JOURNALIST--don't make me laugh.) But I decided you didn't deserve the publicity--I won't even mention your silly little name. I can't resist, however, taking a moment to express how disgusted and insulted I am that you would dare to call me, someone you've never met, an uneducated redneck racist. (I have a Masters degree in English literature--what do you have? Oh, right, a failed career as a B-rate actor.) I'm no racist--I grew up in Africa, in the same country that the president's dad is from, and I'm probably more Kenyan than he is. I would have happily voted for Condoleezza Rice, if she had run--in fact, I went around calling her "President Rice" in the hopes that in some subliminal universe, she would hear and respond by throwing her hat into the ring. And JC Watts (former congressman from Oklahoma) is my hero. I heard a rumor he might run against Brad Henry for gov. of our state, and he HAS MY VOTE. First governor, then president? I would love to be able to say "President Watts" someday. But not because they're black--because they're smart, share my same values, and are people I feel I could trust to represent me (which is the purpose of the president and the congress as set up by our founding fathers).

But I digress. Back to the point at hand: I am horrified by anyone who calls people names based solely on the color of their skin, and have taught my kids to feel the same. Isn't it possible to disagree with the president's policies without it being based in racism? I, for one, was at that tea party protesting big government on BOTH sides of the aisle. I did not see one single racist sign while there, heard not one single racist comment. I DID see and hear a lot of patriotic Americans exercising their constitutional right to free speech and freedom of assembly (has our heroine of this piece ever even read the Constitution? I doubt it.) No, Ms. Thing can't be bothered with little trivial issues like FACTS--she's much too important and busy with her acting career . . . er . . . WHAT movie was she in? And it was HOW long ago?

Redneck? I'm not the one with tattoos all over my body and a cigarette always dangling off my lip. But I've seen a lot of rednecks who sure look like they could be your kin. And I'm certainly not the one whose career on that doomed-to-fail left-wing radio show (just couldn't keep up with the big boys, could ya?) stalled until that channel that you have such obvious disdain for (*cough FOX *cough) gave you a role on its popular show. You know the one, starring that guy who was that vampire on The Lost Boys? Hey, Fox, kick her ungrateful skinny butt to the curb--there are a million actress who are WAY more talented than her, just waiting for your call. Seriously--I've seen a paper towel act with more conviction--at least it's useful.

Freud (Yes, I minored in psychology--idiot that I am) would point to your obvious latent issue with your father (a *gasp! former oil exec from Texas) as a basis for all this misplaced, uninformed rage. How sad, how obvious, how very . . . ordinary. Just a messed-up spoiled rich brat, trying to get back at daddy.

It's no fun when someone brands you without knowing you, is it?