My Own

(Note This I started to write months ago. I took a break, hoping I’d feel differently.)

It hardly seems possible, January 20^th was just a couple of months ago, and it seems like a lifetime already. I feel like I’ve aged five years in a little over two months.

So much has happened so fast, and I can’t fathom sometimes the implications of what I’m witnessing. I’m slack-jawed, watching it unfold in disbelief, even though I knew, I knew things would be going south after the swearing in ceremony.

I’ve tried to construct a timeline of events, but they all seem to run together to the point it’s like watching a seismic monitor doing lazy spikes and dips one moment, then suddenly jump and dive with a blurring of the stylus into a continuous scribble.

These people, my fellow countrymen, elected this man Obama to the highest office in our land without even so much as a care in the world, so sure they were that anybody who made them feel they way they did had to be good for the whole country. And these were just the people, ordinary everyday people. Them I can understand. Feelings are what they are all about; it’s what they live for. Married and not feeling good about things? Then just leave for someone who gives the warm fuzzies again and damn the consequences. “I deserve to feel good!” Them I can actually understand, and they do regret later at some point.

Then there are the rabid ones, the ones who hate and oppose everything and everyone not on their designated side. They project their feelings of hatred on those they oppose, assuming they are hated in return, which of course makes any evil committed in the name of their cause acceptable.

The ones who hate Bush, Cheney, Palin, you, me, hate with an almost frothy, spittle-inflected rage. Them I can’t quite understand.

(Fast forward to this week)

When I wrote the above, so much had happened, and so much hadn’t yet happened.

I’ve tried hard, so hard, to just take it all in stride.

When we gathered at the capitol and were ignored, I took it in stride. The media wasn’t the target anyway; it was the uninformed.

It got tougher when my friends and neighbors were called “Astroturfers” by Pelosi et al, but knowing what a flaming idiot leftist ideologue she is, I took it in stride. Sort of.

Barbara “Ma’am” Boxer was tougher yet to ignore, when she dissed an Army flag officer in the US Senate, then turned right around and did it again to the National Black Chamber of Commerce Harry Alford.

This week, the aged, the infirm, the young and old alike went to get answers from stonewalling Democrat and Republican representatives, and got worse than ignored. They got roughed up, on what appears to me to be White House orders as they extolled their supporters to “punch back twice as hard“.

Have there been reports of violence at these in previous WEEKS from townhalls prior to today’s Democrat-ordered exhortations for union thugs to “punch back twice as hard” and “get in their faces?” No. Harsh words directed at desreving Congress members, but no violence. Now combine this with Democrats’ campaign in the past two days to smear, demonize and incite hatred towards 1/2 of the US population that doesn’t want it’s health care taken over by the government, and you have a Democrat-stirred cauldron of potential trouble – cheered on by Democrat elected officials, Democrat media outlets like MSNBC and Democrats in the White House. “Astroturfing” times 50.

Then of course I saw a clip of Olbermann and was moved enough to make a video

I really don’t want to hate these people, any more than as a member of the military I want to kill, but sometimes there’s just nothing else left, and no other option or emotion available.