I touched on this subject before, when I wrote about the homogenous (and homophobic) composition of the Republican National Convention, and warned all those folks who attended that they needed to get out of MY country, because my peeps were here first.
Of course, I was satirizing the philosophy that's been the dirty underbelly of the GOP for some time, and the very thing that has helped drive conservative-leaning moderates like me into the arms of the Dems: if you're not with us, you're against us -- and that means you're Unamerican, with a capital "you."
I'm tired of being labeled this way, especially when I consider the fact that my ancestors were among the very first people who died to create this country in the 18th century, that we've been-- literally-- slaving away here ever since, voting and paying taxes and trying to better the lives of the next generation. And if the person living next door to me prays facing Mecca on a mat, what do I care? He seems to be working and voting and paying taxes as well, and he also makes a damn fine falafel.
So, I'm delighted to give a great big shout-out to Keith Olbermann, who took down the politics of hatred in a ginormous way last night. I only wish I had Tivo'd it so I could watch it over and over again on my big, Unamerican flat-screen teevee:
I also have some news for Nancy Ppppppfotennhoouuuor: My family's from the "real" Virginia, and quite a few of them are votin' for Obama.