Pammy and the American Dream

25 11 2009

Hi, my name is Pammy and I don’t like teabaggers.

I don’t like right wing nut jobs that regurgitate talking points fabricated by Rush Limbaugh, Glenn Beck and others of their ilk.

I don’t like ‘hatriots’ who parade around in flags talking about truth, justice and the American way.

I don’t like people rewriting history and I certainly don’t like people who are too stupid to know the difference.

I don’t like selfish, lazy bastards who keep whining about taxes.

I don’t like capitalism for the poor balanced with corporate communism for the rich.

I don’t like people who think the status quo is better than healthcare reform.

I don’t like politicians who play games while people are dying from lack of medical attention.

I don’t like people that are so disgusting they would defend and support such politicians.

I don’t like people who think mob rule is better than majority rule.

But don’t let me bore you with all the things I don’t like. Let me tell you about the things I hate:

I really hate lima beans and people with shit for brains.

Other than that, I pretty much like everything else, especially people who are good to each other.

I like logic and people who can think rationally.

I like people who possess critical thinking skills.

I like people who have empathy, compassion, and clear insight. And I really love people who laugh at my Sarah Palin jokes.

Now that you read through my list of likes and dislikes, you probably want to know a little about who I am. So do I.

Some people call me a liberal elitist (usually in the derogatory sense). I take it as a compliment. I am an elitist. I look down on mindless fanatics and sneer at religious zealots.

I own a penthouse overlooking Central Park, but I was raised in an abandoned 14 foot trailer house that had plywood covered windows. I own a couple of businesses or should I say, they own me. They consume most of my time, but it wasn’t always like that. For years I waited tables and clipped coupons just to get through college.

I’ve traveled the great capitals of the world, but there was a time when I had to scrub other people’s bathrooms just to buy a bus ticket home for the holidays.

You might say I am living the American Dream, but it’s not my version of the American Dream. Granted, I’m rich and successful by most people’s standards. I’m self made. I’m in good health and I have great friends and a terrific family. But my American Dream is more than a fine home, fast cars and an expansive portfolio. My American Dream goes beyond the four walls of my condo in Aspen and the bumpers of my hybrid.

My American Dream covers all Americans; the sick and the poor, the wretched and the downtrodden, the educated and the ignorant. It covers the homeless and abused, the needy and the have-nots. And until everyone in this land who is in need of help is provided for, the American Dream is just a selfish illusion.

My American Dream includes a life of service to others and a continuous contribution to society as a whole. I don’t want to sound like Mother Teresa so I’ll close by saying that if your version of the American Dream is reflected in the words of Sean Hannity we have nothing in common.

If your American Dream is ME, ME, ME then as far as I’m concerned you and your dream are worthless. And if you have struggled all your life to fulfill a self-centered dream that does not involve the dream of giving to others and the betterment of all mankind, then you have wasted your life on a meaningless pursuit and I pity you.


The eloquence of @femmepatriot

24 11 2009

“…can only address to me as …”


The eloquence of femmepatriot.

She’s so clever.