I took this photo at the Chili Cookoff in Elk Grove last summer. It is about as candid a shot as there can be: I took it with my iPhone as I walked by the booth, and didn’t really know what I had till I downloaded it to my laptop. And then I saw that if I had lain in wait for hours to capture the quintessential Tea Party-er, I couldn’t have done a better job. If she changed out of her T-shirt, ball cap and fanny pack and put on the garments of an 18th century goodwife hawking fish at a fayre, that would work too.
I don’t know who she is–she could live down the street from me for all I know–but she’s an emblem of all that I think it wrong with our political system today. It’s a system that runs on raw emotion rather than reason. Whatever she’s bellowing is bound to be a slogan dreamt up by political operatives in some far away city and handed down wholesale to the grassroots.
Don’t for a moment think that it’s the Tea Party I’m criticizing here; her ilk can be found in all parties. It is the degradation of human discourse that I object to. The idea that the next twelve months between now and the 2012 election will be filled with nothing but spite and anger makes me want to–I don’t know, hide maybe? That’s pretty much what I did in 2008, but this time I’m not allowing myself that luxury.
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