WARNING! Strong Language Ahead!
By Beth, BBBR Fed-Up Resistance Fighter
You can't say you're
compassionate and reasonable
while behaving like a selfish idiot.
I hereby serve notice to George W. Bush: no more.
As the classic t-shirts says, "Fuck you, you fucking fuck."
Warning: what is to follow is to be an semi-coherent and swear-ridden rant.
You know what it is? I know what it is. I have figured it out. Wanna hear?
This is it: you can't just SAY you care.
You can't say you're for women's rights but close the women's issues office in the White House. You can't say you're for women's rights and appoint people who think the solution for women's poverty is marriage. (Hello, many of these women left marriages that involved physical or emotional abuse of them and their children... And even if they got divorced "just" for irreconcilable differences, it doesn't mean they don't deserve to have enough money to live on.) If you refuse to take into account the gendered effects of policies, if you oppose all the feminist organizations on everything, if you don't see the big deal about sexual harassment or sexual assault, then you're sexist. Period.
You can't say you're not a racist while ramming policies into law that have a disproportionately egregious effect on racial minorities. You can't deliberately remove too many people from voter rolls because they share a race and similar name with a convict, and then say you weren't out to get black voters.
You can't say you're for the middle class and working class while pushing a tax cut that provides almost no relief for them. You can't say you're for the environment and then turn back regulations every chance you get while insisting that you must drill for oil in our great natural refuges.
You can't say you're compassionate and reasonable while behaving like a selfish idiot.
I hereby serve notice to George W. Bush: no more. As the classic t-shirts says, "Fuck you, you fucking fuck."
George W. Bush got close enough to steal the election because the media gave him a walk by allowing him to define himself in terms of adjectives and meaningless supportive-sounding phrases, rather than paying attention to his actions and demanding he discuss his policies. Every time I hear him say he understands something, I feel my bullshit sensor go off. No, Boy George, you don't fucking get it. You are attacking me, my family, my friends, my rights, my economic stability, and my future because YOU are a bastard of the highest degree.
Yesterday, surfing around the web, I saw pictures of the January 20th Inauguration protests that I hadn't seen before, ones not from D.C. There were many of the usual clever signs, puppets, and costumes, some clashes with police, some angry shouters. But the photograph that choked me up was just a face. It was the face of a black man, partially obscured by his hand as he wiped away a tear that was trickling down his cheek.
I teared up. I went, shit. It reminded me that, underneath all the anger and righteous indignation and jeering, is heartbreak, and a bone-deep sense of betrayal over this heinous crime against us all.
I started to think about what sign I want to bring to D.C., and all I could think of was one that was mostly visual, a crying face, but said, "Why do you hate me so much?" Pathetic, I know.
Perhaps it is a good thing that I also saw a photo of a black dog with a sign on it that said, "George W. Bush can kiss my black ass."
I'm considering trying to be clever, or historical, or topical, or quoting, in my sign, but if the mood strikes me I may be the woman with the sign that says in huge letters, "GEORGE W. BUSH: FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING FUCK."