After Howard Dean's campaign and watching John Kerry douse every fire of passion around him I could barely breathe from disappointment. I watched liberal Democrats petrified of saying or doing anything that could get them un-elected. I felt I had wandered into an alternate reality, where up was down and down was up.
I took a grown-up job out of politics and hunkered down. Oh sure the occasional CSPAN show or Jim Lehrer News Hour. The Bush Admin spewed lies and spin and spewed out talking points, the louder the better, to drown out dissenters. It hurt to watch. I licked my wounds. I stayed uninvolved, wondering how we got to such a mean-spirited place. In college I studied documentary film making and using film as propaganda, in part to help me understand how a Hitler could come to power. Slow and steady, blame others, eliminate opposition swift and hard, those were his tools. And I began to see the same thing happen here, wondering why our nation so full of decent and good people, lay dormant. They were given a diet of fear, of terrorists, of losing a job, of not being able to pay for college, and more terrorists.
Reporters covered handouts. They stood in a group, like so many buzzing insects, all reporting the same thing. A few brave souls managed to get in a few words but they were quickly extinguished. Howard Dean was brought down first by the DNC; his own party did not want a diversion from their steady drip of "same old same old."
Friday October 28. I knew indictment(s) were coming, a glimmer of hope was building. I watched, entralled. Plain talk. Legalese for dummies. Bad things done, issued indictment, further investigation.
Someone to believe in again. Patrick J. Fitzgerald, I salute you, for breathing air back into our lifeless bodies. Maybe you weren't the first, or even the loudest - although from the fear Bob Woodward showed, I guess subpeona power has some cache.
I stole this picture off a web site because it's really cool, and I want it on my site.
Then just when I'm happily sucking up all this new information along comes Rep. Jack Murtha, and wow, what a blast of plain talk.
Here is my favorite part:
"I like guys who've never been there who criticize us who've been there," Murtha said. "I like that. I like guys who got five deferments and never been there and sent people to war and then don't like to hear suggestions that what may need to be done."
Oops, I forgot the George Bush National Guard in Alabama part, but it's there in spirit.
My Meanderings is dedicated to the above persons and others who ring loud and true, this holiday week I have hope. Hope is our life force.
And yes, bring our soldiers home. Give them hope as well. They deserve that much, and far more.