Truth to Power

Rand Paul goes full Orwell

If you want a vision of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face – forever.

George Orwell </em>

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Rand Paul will probably, amazingly, be the next Senator from Kentucky. How nice of him to give us a glimpse of what to expect once he and his ilk are installed in the corridors of power.

Now I know full well- or at least I hope- that Rand Paul didn’t give marching orders to his goon squad to stomp Move On.org activists heads on the curb, but you’re known by the company you keep. In this case, an overzealous nitwit who, ironically, is known for wearing “Don’t Tread on Me” stickers, who is high in Paul organization, did the dirty work.

But don’t think that this person was an alone in thinking Lauren Valle deserved to get her head stomped:

She’s a professional leftist activist.

And what did this oh so scary “professional activist” do that makes her a candidate for such a violent reaction? Oh heavens, she protested oil companies in Louisiana after the spill- as all sane people should have. She graffitied an Alaskan bound oil tanker. In short, she gives a shit. And this, according to some, justifiably provokes a physical reaction.

The Tea Partiers spout all sorts of chin music about “liberty” and “freedom”, but when the rubber meets the road (or the spray paint hits the oil tanker) they suddenly find sedition in every word. These are people who pee themselves over “Sharia law” but insist that children should be allowed to pray in schools- but only to that lily white hippie looking dude in the picture on the wall, of course. They call rebroadcasting their own words akin to terrorism.

These are thugs. These are people who sat silent for eight years as the Texas Tyrant ran roughshod over our Constitution, cranked up fear campaigns to ensure public support for his illegal wars of conquest, gutted the regulatory infrastructure that keeps us safe, and pandered to Bible waving nitwits. No, all these valiant patriots sat silent until a Negro got elected, and then suddenly the Tea Party sprang into life, all ready to protest a man who is simply Bush, 2.0.

Now, the only good I see in the prospect of a Rand Paul or Sharon Angle getting elected is roughly that which I see occurring now with Obama supporters, basically, that these people are going to wake up a year or so down the road and realize hey, these people we voted for, volunteered for, they haven’t done a thing they’d say they would do. And hopefully that disgust will translate into them investigating who actually runs this country- that would be Wall Street and the military- and working to change that.

But frankly, I don’t hold out much hope for the Tea Party. Their entire driving force is fear of demographics. They were raised in a country (or so they were allowed to believe) that was just like they- white, heterosexual, and conservative. That world never really existed except in raw numbers, and now even that numerical advantage is slipping away. By 2050, non-whites will make up half our population. And that terrifies the aging whites- “The Real America” in the words of Gov. Half Term. They see the writing on the wall (or the oil tanker, as it were). A black man as president. Pot to be legal. Gays to marry. A mosque down the street. Their jobs are gone- not because Obama did anything, of course, but because every president since Reagan has allowed big business in this country to dodge taxes and regulations in a mad dash for profits. Profits that they then hoovered out of the system, gutting America. And they are mad. And scared.

Scared enough to stomp a “professional Leftist”s head to curb.

Forever.


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