June 29, 2008

Get Over It!

Maureen Dowd's column in the New York Times today describes a woman named Carmella who attended the Barack and Hillary "Unity" rally on Unity Day at Unity Hour in Unity, N.H. The theme, you may be surprised to know, was UNITY, but Carmella was having none of it:

Carmella Lewis, with her Hillary T-shirt and Hillary placard, came all the way from Denver to make sure there would be plenty of ambiguity, duality and ferocity in Unity.

Just as Hillary was testing out the unfamiliar familiarity “Barack and me” Friday and talking about “his grace and his grit,” Carmella began loudly booing and waving her sign.

“We want Hillary!” screamed the 57-year-old retired ad saleswoman and Clinton delegate.

“It’s over, lady!” yelled some Obama supporters a few yards away.

It got worse:

Carmella and her friends continued to cry, “Nobama!” “We love you, Hillary!” and “We need Hillary!” as Barack Obama sat onstage on a stool behind his former rival, his finger studiously at his lips.

Carmella was not impressed with all the kissing, laughing and whispering that Hill and Bam were diligently doing for the cameras, so that the moment could produce, as Obama press aide Robert Gibbs put it on “Larry King Live,” “a great picture.”

When it was Obama’s turn to speak, Carmella announced loudly, “I wish I had ear plugs.” Then, as Obama tried to ingratiate himself with the Hillary partisans in the crowd by saying that because of the New York senator, his daughters “can take for granted that women can do anything that the boys can do and do it better and do it in heels,” Carmella put her fingers in her ears.

As Obama tried to curry favor with Hillary, looking over at her sensible, sturdy shoes and marveling, “I still don’t know how she does it in heels,” Carmella tore up a tissue and stuffed it in her ears.

When Obama pandered with a line about how he wouldn’t “perpetuate a system in which women are paid less for the same work as men,” she put her hands over her tissue-stuffed ears.

Clearly, this woman is deranged. Seriously, folks. I know and love many people, men and women alike, who worked their asses off for Hillary Clinton. Not because she was a woman, or because she was the first serious female candidate for the presidency, but because she is a smart, talented, capable, national political leader who'd make a great President. But mostly because they're good Democrats, tired of the lies and incompetence and hypocrisy and greed and narrow-minded self-righteousness and cronyism and warmongering and oil-addiction that is the Bush Administration and, although the GOP does not like to admit it, the modern Republican Party, and they want a good Democratic candidate to take over the reins because, God knows, THE COUNTRY NEEDS IT.

And so they worked their asses off for Hillary Clinton. And as they stuffed envelopes and phone-banked and block-walked, they were joined by others -- surlier, impatient, haunted and hardened by all the slights and inequities they'd endured as women and contemptuous of the give-and-take of politics. They were on a mission, and they were ENTITLED, goddamit. Entitled to see Hillary as President. Entitled to rage and thunder at anyone who dared to stand in her way, certain that only rank blatant sexism of the sort they'd be putting up with or lashing back at all their lives could explain opposition to The Coronation.

They fumed at the media's condescension towards Hillary. They marveled that anyone found Bill Clinton's South Carolina remarks patronizing or detected a subtle racial appeal in Hillary's comments about "white America." They roared at the injustice of the caucus process, ignoring the fact that caucuses were designed to measure the kind of activism and dedication they themselves were showing.

And most of all, they raged at The Upstart -- young, untested, undoubtedly charismatic and all the more dangerous because of it. Didn't he know it was not his time yet (if it ever would be)? Didn't he realize it was Her Turn, Her Right, that she was Entitled? And who were all these unshaven boys and tattooed girls charging like a tidal wave behind him? (And what were those girls thinking? Didn't they respect their elder sisters in the movement, who got them this far? Ungrateful bitches.)

The Carmella Lewises are mad as hell and they're not going to take it any more. They're going to vote for McCain, who's endorsed a constitutional amendment banning abortions and called for more Scalias and Thomases on the Supreme Court. John McCain, who routinely votes against funding for women's health and family planning services. John McCain, who once called his trophy wife and sugar momma the "C" word.

As a lifelong Democrat who believes this country is on the brink of disaster and desperately needs a Democratic President -- and yes, specifically, needs Barack Obama -- I have this to say. Vote for McCain if you want. See you. Don't let the door of the Democratic Party hit you in the ass on the way out.

And if McCain wins and appoints another right-winger to the Supreme Court, and we're still in Iraq in four years and your grandson gets killed there, and middle-class life is in a tailspin while the rich get richest -- not a word. Not a single word. Not a single fucking word out of you.

It's over, lady.

Posted by BigDrunk at June 29, 2008 11:07 AM

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