In summer's final days, with all the ridiculously childish behavior by right-wing extremists all over the place, we're just ignoring these people here for now, and concentrating on more important things, like dog-walking.
Now his brother has started high school, my youngest son has taken over the job of walking a neighbor's dogs every weekday. In this kind of weather, and with two hilltop parks within walking distance, the dogs anticipate his arrival each mid-day.
You can hear them begin to yelp as he ascends the stairs. Since inside the baby is napping, the nanny brings the dogs to the door and shushes them out quickly, so quickly that he cannot get a hold of the poop bags inside.
"That's okay," I say, as I free a couple of the throwaway newspapers from the front stoop of their plastic bags. "You can use these."
The stuff he scoops up behind the dogs is exactly the material being excreted by these ridiculous "truthers," and "birthers," and other pathetic maniacs who represent the death-throes of American white racism.
These people purport to represent a true groundswell, but as one who was at the grassroots of the Sixties movements, let me assure you they are nothing more than flabby fakes.
They represent the ugliest of America's past, but they are nothing but the past. They have no future. If they had enough courage of their convictions to ask their own children, they would find out they are embarrassments, not role models.
They, too, will pass. And they will have accomplished nothing. President Obama will remain President Obama right through his second term, into early 2017. No action by these extremists can change that fate.
National health care reform will be instituted this fall. It will be nowhere near what it should be, partly thanks to the noise-makers, but really due to the money spent by those who are manipulating them (bloated insurance companies.) None of it will matter in the end. The fakes will feel the sharp sting of defeat due to just how wonderful reform turns out to be.
With that lash on their back, their ranks will begin to splinter and they all will secretly begin to doubt themselves.
Like all weaklings, they will begin to abandon their dubious "cause" and scatter. Another round of reform; this time the Democrats will not play nicey-nicey and will shove hard reforms down their throats.
The mid-term elections next year: The Republicans, lost on the fringe, will give up substantial numbers of seats in Congress. Then, the pace of change will quicken. I am sorry, my conservative friends, but it will get too ugly to describe here, in this family-friendly place.
You'd better spend your time learning how to let go of bitterness. I'd suggest Buddhism, for a start, or intense therapy, or poetry.
As history unfolds, and all of this nonsense passes, I will not, alas, be involved much longer. I'm moving on, at this blog and in reality, to higher callings. Higher callings include parenting, gardening, reading, speaking, writing, and attending my HS freshman son's first soccer game on his varsity team next Tuesday.
He turns 15 the day before; we'll have a backyard party here. The following day he is the starting right defender. His Dad will be there.
"And if you ain't into that," as Hank Williams, Jr., would say, "We don't give a damn!"
Go Balboa!
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