Speaking at the summit in Inglewood, California, Representative Maxine Waters (D-CA) told the crowd, “I’m not afraid of anybody. This is a tough game. You can’t be frightened. As far as I’m concerned, the Tea Party can go straight to Hell!” And the crowd roared in approval.
Tuesday Rep. Waters heads to Los Angeles for a Congressional Black Caucus summit on their jobs resolution, “For The People,” which calls on congress to finally pass some job legislation. I’m sure the Tea Party will find a way to kill that idea for the Koch Brothers in record time. Maybe they can hold the global economy hostage again.
The Tea Party and Republicans naturally took umbrage, suggesting that Ms Water’s telling the Tea Party to go to Hell was as uncivil as Sarah Palin putting crosshairs on opponents or Michele Bachmann telling Minnesotans she wanted them “armed and dangerous”.
I wish someone would explain the difference to the Tea Party and the Republicans. But, heck, they’re going to whine about it anyway, so allow me to join Maxine in this one:
Hey, Tea Party, GO TO HELL.
That’s for the economy, our country’s credit rating, “he’s palling around with terrorists”, hijacking jobs bills, killing regulations on the stimulus that demanded companies who took money to hire a certain number of people, killing unions, calling teachers thugs, stomping on a woman’s head, threatening Senator Yee and the Democrats who were for healthcare reform, making our townhalls a place where other citizens couldn’t be heard, intimidating legislators, spitting on legislators, asking for the President’s birth certificate, calling us socialists, calling the President a Muslim as a slur, bringing hate to American Muslims doorsteps for no reason, questioning the patriotism of our President and the First Lady, calling Obama Hitler at your rallies, and so much more.
In fact, after writing that, I can see that I’m just getting warmed up. Since I can’t write what I want to say, I’ll let Al Pacino say it for me. Lt. Col. I give you Frank Slade addressing the Baird School Disciplinary hearing from Scent of a Woman:
(note: Charlie is Obama and America and George is..well, George and the Tea Party and Slade is me, you, and everyone else who loves this country and the values she was founded upon.)
Slade: This is such a crock of sh*t.
Trask: Please watch your language, Mr. Slade. You are in the Baird School not a barracks. Mr. Sims, I will give you one final opportunity to speak up.
Slade: Mr. Sims doesn’t want it. He doesn’t need to labeled: “Still worthy of being a ‘Baird Man.'” What the hell is that? What is your motto here? “Boys, inform on your classmates, save your hide” — anything short of that we’re gonna burn you at the stake? Well, gentlemen, when the sh*t hits the fan some guys run and some guys stay. Here’s Charlie facing the fire; and there’s George hidin’ in big Daddy’s pocket. And what are you doin’? You’re gonna reward George and destroy Charlie.
Trask: Are you finished, Mr. Slade?
Slade: No, I’m just gettin’ warmed up. I don’t know who went to this place, William Howard Taft, William Jennings Bryan, William Tell — whoever. Their spirit is dead — if they ever had one — it’s gone. You’re building a rat ship here. A vessel for sea goin’ snitches. And if you think your preparing these minnows for manhood you better think again. Because I say you are killing the very spirit this institution proclaims it instills! What a sham. What kind of a show are you guys puttin’ on here today. I mean, the only class in this act is sittin’ next to me. And I’m here to tell ya this boy’s soul is intact. It’s non-negotiable. You know how I know? Someone here — and I’m not gonna say who — offered to buy it. Only Charlie here wasn’t sellin’.
Trask: Sir, you are out of order!
Slade: Outta order? I’ll show you outta order! You don’t know what outta order is, Mr. Trask! I’d show you but I’m too old; I’m too tired; I’m too f*ckin’ blind. If I were the man I was five years ago I’d take a FLAME-THROWER to this place! Outta order. Who the hell you think you’re talkin’ to? I’ve been around, you know? There was a time I could see. And I have seen boys like these, younger than these, their arms torn out, their legs ripped off. But there isn’t nothin’ like the sight of an amputated spirit; there is no prosthetic for that. You think you’re merely sendin’ this splendid foot-soldier back home to Oregon with his tail between his legs, but I say you are executin’ his SOUL!! And why?! Because he’s not a Baird man! Baird men, ya hurt this boy, you’re going to be Baird Bums, the lot of ya. And Harry, Jimmy, Trent, wherever you are out there, F*CK YOU, too!
Mr. Trask: Stand down, Mr. Slade!
Slade: I’m not finished! As I came in here, I heard those words, “cradle of leadership.” Well, when the bow breaks, the cradle will fall. And it has fallen here; it has fallen. Makers of men; creators of leaders; be careful what kind of leaders you’re producin’ here. I don’t know if Charlie’s silence here today is right or wrong.
I’m not a judge or jury. But I can tell you this: he won’t sell anybody out to buy his future!! And that, my friends, is called integrity! That’s called courage! Now that’s the stuff leaders should be made of. Now I have come to the crossroads in my life. I always knew what the right path was. Without exception, I knew. But I never took it. You know why? It was too d*mn hard. Now here’s Charlie. He’s come to the crossroads. He has chosen a path. It’s the right path. It’s a path made of principle — that leads to character. Let him continue on his journey.
You hold this boy’s future in your hands, committee. It’s a valuable future. Believe me. Don’t destroy it! Protect it. Embrace it. It’s gonna make ya proud one day — I promise you.
I think we all know who sold their soul to the highest bidder. And with that, I wish you goodnight.