Monday, September 8, 2008
All week I've been stewing about Sarah Palin and her comments about special needs families. I've stewed and boiled and roasted despite all attempts to calm myself down. I hadn't felt this angry since, well, fights with my younger sister when we were teenagers. I posted some sarcastic remarks on Facebook and offended a friend, but I still felt angry. I commiserated with like-minded angry souls and cracked up laughing trying to concoct various scenarios where the Governor and her First Dude would be unveiled as kinky sex lovers (have you taken a look at that Bear Rug/Throw on Palin's couch?).
I lie in bed at night, ruminating on Jonathan Swift -- how we appear to be living in a parallel Gulliver's Travels.
I thought about writing an op-ed piece for the Los Angeles Times newspaper. A good friend who is incredibly knowledgeable about government could help me to tone it down, put some facts in.
But then I read "Politics of the Broken." And it's all written, beautifully. Read it. Let me know what you think. You already know what I think.