Tuesday, July 14, 2015

The Great Renunciation

Dear John,
 
I wasn't any better this morning so I had to take another day from work. The worst part of fibromyalgia is the guilt from having to let people down. The itching is down to a dull roar so I should be good to go to work tomorrow. I still feel awful, but I should be able to wear clothes without being stoned on Benadryl, and that's all that's necessary.
 
The flag issue rages on. Today I heard what I've been expecting and dreading. The NAACP is petitioning to have the carvings on Stone Mountain destroyed. First of all, you don't destroy art because of politics. The parallel with ISIS is obvious. Second, you can't change history by removing all evidence of it. And third, I grew up climbing that mountain. If it comes to that, I'll be standing in  front of it. They'll have to go through me.
 
And that takes me to politics. I have officially renounced my lifelong liberal Democrat position. It's not so much that my position has changed. I still stand where I always have. The political spectrum has moved under me like tectonic plates. Everything has gone so far left that I can't recognize it anymore. The party that stood for civil rights and equal opportunity has transformed into a liberal fascism, a tyranny of political correctness, where the rights of the majority are sacrificed to meet the demands of every minority and there is no absolute truth.
 
True to my political youth, I will not go quietly. I'm quite prepared to build my rain barrel and paint a Confederate flag on the side of it. I'll help man the barricades at Stone Mountain. And I'll drink raw milk if I want to, by golly. I've marched for civil rights and the Red River Gorge. Now it's raw milk and rain barrels and the flag - another kind of civil rights, another level of freedom, this time from a government that seeks to micromanage every aspect of my life. A pox upon them.
 
There's an election coming up and I am without a party. I'm not the only one; there is a great shift going on. I have yet to see a candidate who doesn't scare me. Heck, I have yet to see a party that doesn't. For the first time in my life, I'm afraid for the Constitution. Where is the barricade for that?
 
Please pray for all of us, and for this next election. And for Stone Mountain. Pray for the return of sanity. It's madness down here.
 
Wish I was there with you,
Joan.

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