Friday, August 12, 2011

Note to Rick Scott: That was the polite version of what I really wanted to say

I am obviously more accustomed to public writing than I am to public speaking. In my defense, I was shaking with anger and doing my best to stay calm and make some sense, not knowing how much time I would have before the infamous C-SPAN disconnect button would cut me off.

I got to say a lot more than I thought I would. I wasn't as articulate as I would have liked to have been. The people who came after me did a lot better.

The upshot is that after the initial call patting him on the back (you can see the beginning of his interview here), Governor Rick Scott (R) of Florida got his ass handed to him this morning by everyday people like you and me.

And like any politician, he seemed to take it all in stride for the calls I listened to, never quite offering a true rebuttal to the callers, but simply falling back on the nearest handy talking point. We're just gnats to him. Our opinions, our words, don't matter to him at all. He is, if nothing else, a man of his convictions. Too bad he deserves simply to be convicted.

It takes my good blog pal DrugMonkey to explain why Rick Scott deserves your ire and mine - why he deserves to be in a jail cell rather than the governor's mansion.

I was vain enough to edit the start of the video above with my call in this morning as "Mary, from North College Hill, Ohio." I had a lucky day with C-SPAN today and I'd already gotten through once as "Deborah, from Cincinnati, Ohio". I was afraid they wouldn't let me back on again if I gave the same name and location, so I used my mom's name and my current hometown to identify myself.

Getting to tell Rick Scott off first thing this morning was worth being a little late to work for. It was worth watching the small reaction I saw in his eyes that I got by telling him that he was "the epitome of everything that is wrong with American politics today."

Too bad it won't make a bit of difference

Wednesday, August 03, 2011

Recipe for taking one step closer to the revolution

Take One Part Woody Guthrie and a happy sounding folk song with a deeper meaning than most people give it credit for

Take One Part Sharon Jones & The Dap Kings, mix with Woody Guthrie's lyrics, a funk track and some soul singing

Mix and Bake

This Land Is Your Land
by Woody Guthrie

This land is your land This land is my land
From California to the New York island;
From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and Me.

As I was walking that ribbon of highway,
I saw above me that endless skyway:
I saw below me that golden valley:
This land was made for you and me.

I've roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts;
And all around me a voice was sounding:
This land was made for you and me.

When the sun came shining, and I was strolling,
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling,
As the fog was lifting a voice was chanting:
This land was made for you and me.

As I went walking I saw a sign there
And on the sign it said "No Trespassing."
But on the other side it didn't say nothing,
That side was made for you and me.

In the shadow of the steeple I saw my people,
By the relief office I seen my people;
As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking
Is this land made for you and me?

Nobody living can ever stop me,
As I go walking that freedom highway;
Nobody living can ever make me turn back
This land was made for you and me.