I feel bad for those people who could find no
joy in the inauguration of Barack Obama — not enough to sympathize
with their sour, sick, and sorry asses, just regretful that they insist on going through life
without a soul. If not for the mere history of the event, can they feel no grudging happiness for a people disenfranchised for
centuries finally feeling the pride in their country that comes with inclusion? The possibilities now seem so limitless. One day we may even get a Jew in there. Hell, who am I kidding?
But here are some choice excerpts from The Commercial Appeal's letters to the editor the day after the inauguration:
"If Dr. Martin Luther King really believed what he preached, Tuesday would have been a sad day for him rather than a jubilant one ..."
"I did wonder ... if the new president would wear a golden crown, or continue with the halo ... My feelings toward our new president have changed — I have no wish to even see his face, with its arrogance, or the smirk on his wife's face ..."
"We have finally sworn in Barack Obama as savior of our country. I regret he was not inaugurated sooner ... he could have walked on water to save the passengers of the U.S. Airways plane."
All this before Obama had spent a single day in office.
With such gravely serious problems facing the country and the president, any sane person would wish him success, if only for their own self-interest. The most visible exception is Rush Limbaugh, whose recent ugly, narcotized ramblings should even give the "ditto-heads" pause. When Limbaugh was asked by a publication to write 400 words about what he hoped from the Obama administration, instead of enumerating political differences, Rush went into a sputtering rage, saying, "I don't need 400 words. All I need is four: I hope he fails." What manner of patriot is this, whose chief concern, in the face of worldwide financial catastrophe, is the reconstruction of his failed and broken political opinion?
I became aware of Limbaugh the day after Clinton's election, when the swarthy egomaniac went on the air declaring "America Held Hostage: Day One." He beat the drums for Bush and was a cheerleader for the Iraq war. When the GOP lost Congress, he admitted that he had "carried water" for ideas and politicians with whom he did not agree. In other words, he's a tool and a liar. If John McCain had been elected, can you imagine a single liberal pundit wishing him failure in a national crisis? It's time that local radio stations realize they have another Father Coughlin on their hands and kick Limbaugh to the curb. Who needs this crap anymore?
I recognize well who these bitter radio talk-show callers are, because I live among them. I find it prudent, however, to disassociate myself from those who can't bear the reality of President Barack Hussein Obama, because of one thing I learned from the Bush regime: If someone strikes you on your left cheek, burn their houses, poison their wells, bomb their villages, and take all their shit. Then, if they should happen to turn out not to be the ones who struck you to begin with, oh well, "stuff happens."
I choose to give the new president the time to prove himself, and, for all of our sakes, I want him to succeed. But as for Limbaugh, whose verbal mung has finally sunk to Ann Coulter levels, and other blabbermouths who agitate for the government's failure, the cheek-turning days are over. It's time to strike back. Hard. Amidst all the general good feeling generated by the Obama election and inauguration, my tolerance level for the old-school hate speech disguised as dissent is very low: Don't Tread on Me.
Randy Haspel writes the blog Born-AgainHippies, where a version of this first appeared.