elizabeth: I was having a really nice lunch with an old friend the other day. We talked for hours and then decided to take a walk around the town. We had been roommates here years ago and we were the young hippie girls with long flowing hair and skirts who believed in the goodness of people and that anything was possible. All we needed was love. We came upon a man standing outside the town hall. He had a table set up with papers and posters. I couldn’t make up what they were about until we got closer. And then I lost my mind. There was a large poster of President Obama sporting a Hitler moustache. I had seen these vile displays of hatred and ignorance on TV. Now I was face to face with it. I took a deep breath and I politely let him have it. Politely, you say? He is still walking around. I wish I had the power to sterilize him and every member of his family. I am working on it. I am taking donations.
Laurie: A poster of President Obama with a Hitler moustache? What the hell is going on? How did we go from “Yes, We Can” to “Heil, Obama?” I must be missing something but it seems like every time we as Americans become united—the few months after September 11, 2001, and the euphoria of Obama’s election come to mind—forces immediately go into play to pit us against one another again. We start coming up with derisive names (Socialist, Fascist, or heaven forbid Liberal) or spreading rumors (our President isn’t really a citizen of the United States – I’m thinking they probably checked that out before they asked him to run), or skewering the truth (Death Panels for all!). And we must give kudos to American creativity. We even came up with a never-before-used tactic—carrying our guns to town hall meetings. Why? If we don’t agree with what someone says, are we going to lock and load? Moronic behavior doesn’t even begin to describe what is happening in our country today.
elizabeth: Some Americans have used that lock and load method in this country and the results have been as devastating as September 11th. If you have lived through the assassinations of John and Robert Kennedy and the killing of the dream when a single bullet took out the Reverend Martin Luther King, Jr., then you might know what I am talking about. If you are too young to remember, remember 9/11. Keep it close and know that some people hate us enough that they tired to do it again to us this past 9/11. At this point of my life, I am not so concerned if you all love me, but how about respecting me and my ideas? And how about throwing those damn posters away and try to get behind the president and what he is trying to do for this country? I may not have liked the Bush administration (that is putting it lightly) but I never stooped to drawing in a narrow little moustache on his upper lip. I like to think that I am way too intelligent to waste my damn time on people like this, but as long as you hate … then I will try my best to make you crawl back into the cave you crawled out of. What we’re saying today is that you’re either part of the solution or you’re part of the problem.—Eldridge Cleaver.
Laurie: For the life of me, I can’t figure out the goal. Aren’t we all occupying the same country? Once you destroy the cohesiveness, where do you plan to live? The Civil War is over, and believe me, civility did not win. Not only have we lost our manners, we seem to have lost our way. Heading down the road to bullying, brow beating, and blustery bullshit, it’s difficult not to get discouraged. Makes you want to pitch a tent if you can find a backyard (can’t afford a house of our own anymore), hunker down, and hope the insanity passes. Until it does, please stop dressing my President up as Hitler. Buy your own set of paper dolls, dress them in any outfit that suits your fancy, and then you and your shotgun can use them for target practice.