On my post following our fund raising Obamabash, I wrote that while I deplore everything the Tea Party says and does, I still love Tea Partiers. Is it true? I thought about their blinkered fanatical denial of everything I consider American, yet decided it was true, inspired, perhaps, by something attributed to evangelical Christians, many of whom are also Tea Partiers, “Love the sinner, hate the sin.”
Tea Partiers rail against the U.S. government, bitch about taxes, shrink from civic duties, and are unknowingly or knowingly racist in vilifying President Obama. Maybe the last is understandable because they want to go back in history and racism was rampant and overt in the 1940s. Except for that, they are against everything that was patriotic then—it was WW-II, remember—yet dub themselves “patriots.” Which may be why I woke up in the middle of the night with an anagram buzzing my brain. Tea Party Patriot ➔ Tea Party Traitor. Take the word, “Patriot,” for the P substitute an R, and it becomes Ratriot, or, Rat Riot. Rearrange the letters, voila!, Traitor. Tea Party Traitor. But how can I love them? I’ll explain.
As a kid in Florida, one morning I put on a sock to feel something strange in the toe, yanked it off and dumped out a scorpion. It hadn’t stung me and not wanting to kill it, I used a broom to sweep it out of the back door, struck by its deadly beauty, even feeling a kind of love for it.
It’s kind of like that with the Tea Party. I fervently hope that their deadly denial of American values in the name of Americanism doesn’t destroy my country. Yet, if their distorted fantasy of the bad old days somehow prevails, I have faith that it will not endure. My kids and grand kids will deal with it. Tea Party Traitors are their problem now.