Fuck theseracist fucks:
“It was like going into the time machine with
John Lewis,” said Carson, a large former police officer who said he
wasn’t frightened but worried about the 70-year-old Lewis, who is twice
his age. “He said it reminded him of another time.”
Greco, spokeswoman for Democratic Whip Jim Clyburn, D-S.C., said a
protester spit on Rep. Emanuel Cleaver, D-Mo., who is black.
who led fellow black students in integrating South Carolina’s public
facilities a half century ago, called the behavior “absolutely
heard people saying things today that I have not heard since March 15,
1960, when I was marching to try to get off the back of the bus,”
Clyburn told reporters.
That’ll play well in November. Good luck with that, Republicans. In the past eight years you’ve started two unnecessary wars and fucked over kind of the entire world and made everybody who loved America in 2001 fucking hate us now. While Obama hasn’t ended those wars or entirely unfucked the world, he has as his major piece of domestic legislation attempted to get people health insurance. We can argue all day over the details but that’s going to be the narrative. Good luck with that. Should be a real barnburner.
I’ve had my problems with this bill. I’ve said, over and over, that it does too little too late. I’ve said, over and over, that political cowardice is so ingrained in Democratic party machinations that we’re not so much activists as therapists, telling them it’s okay to be brave and fly without their magic feathers. I’ve wished for so much more from our leadership. Much as I said back in October 2008, when I said electing Obama wasn’t enough, that we’re so fucked that electing a centrist dude — even if he is a black guy named Barack Hussein Obama — wasn’t enough, passing this bill tomorrow won’t be enough.
It’s never enough, though. We’re never done. We’re never as far as we want to be. That’s no consolation, sure, but I’m not saying it as consolation, or as condemnation, or excuse. Simple fact, nothing more, nothing less. The fight always goes on. And getting pissed and throwing the ball down and declaring the game over feels so fucking good, but the fight goes on anyway, with or without those who’ve decided it’s time to end their part in it. I can’t tell you how many epic “it’s all over this time” moments I’ve had in the past five and a half years. The war, Kerry, FISA, Plame, the Military Commissions Act, looking forward and not back … they go on forever.
It was supposed to be better than this by now. But here’s the thing: No matter how good it gets, that’s always going to be the way to look at the world. It’s always supposed to be better than this. The anger and disappointment I feel about this bill is necessary because without that anger and disappointment there would be no reason to speak, no reason to call, no reason to write, no reason to march, no reason to vote. No reason to work. What Teddy meant, when he saidthe dream shall never die, is exactly that.