Okay, I was fine with chilling out on the Joe Wilson Dopapalooza. I was actually okay with no censure vote. I could have let it go. Really. The most I was going to do was a nice, civil post about why the “you lie” accusation was dangerous because it undermines the idea of good faith negotiation in Congress (which is, incidentally, why the British Parliament has rules about that–you cannot accuse an MP of lying, even in the free-for-all that is Question Time).
And then a friend told me it wasn’t a big deal. That Democrats should just get over it.
Sigh.
BuggyQ SMASH!!!!
Just like we should get over the theft of the 2000 election. Like we should get over the lies that got us into Iraq. Like we should get over the outing of Valerie Plame. Like we should get over the torture in Abu Ghraib and Guantanamo. Like we should get over the politicization of the Justice Department. Like we should get over the use of terror threats to game the 2004 election. Like we should get over warrantless wiretapping.
Like we should get over Katrina.
Fuck that shit. You know what? I’m not getting over it. Ever. I’m not forgetting the crap they’ve pulled on us. I’m not letting it go. You know why? Because they never stop doing it. Every time we roll over, they stomp on us again. Every time we cave in the interest of civility, they spit in our faces again. Not just the Bush administration, all of them. The Glenn Becks, the Rush Limbaughs, the John Cornyns, the Katherine Harrrises, the David Addingtons, all of them.
Is this the hill I want to die on? No. But how many hills do we give up? We’ve given up the fucking Himalayas already.
Let’s fight back. Censure his ass, and then get his opponent elected. From here on, my goal is to make a teabagger cry every fucking day.
WOLVERINES!!!!
(Sorry, couldn’t resist the temptation, Jude.)