I know, Deb, it was born as a lj entry and a certain amount of swooning at the Daily Show is very much a Done Thing...maybeI still want a shout-out but something less salacious...my friends love my salacious but this would be going to the belly of the beast, and that is what they want to think about us, that we do it to get lucky(how people can think that and still think about the unfun, PC liberal, just kind of makes my mind boggle, but that's a thought for another day.)

Yeah, the streamlining it should be easy enough, sweetie. Want me to take a crack? Totally your call.

Anne, Ginger, insent awhile ago.

Here is my best effort as of right now
I have been a disability rights activist, in one way or another, for about ten years, which, given that I was born at the crest of Gen X, feels almost like geologic amounts of time. I thought I knew some things about my nation from the demonstrating, the canvassing, the terrifying phone trees...the random strangers that paused in their daily labors to tell me about Freedom Riding and bus boycotts, and, hey, keep up the good work. I thought I knew America. But America doesn’t know me. I do have morals. And character. And values.

Listen up, because this might be the last thing I write, because right now it doesn’t feel safe to have one of those education things. I’m feeling like the middle of the country called me a skank, and without the accustomed affection my friends use.(We “baby busters” do love irony so much.) And nobody in the media stopped them. Nobody.(except maybe Jon Stewart. Who would think the last bastion of the liberal media would follow puppets doing crank calls? Not I, but there we are.) This hurts, as sometimes the ironic jaded thing is just a pose. If you prick me, I do bleed, sometimes. I come from solid, hard-working Democratic people who wanted a break for the working man and woman. All right, so I didn’t get confirmed in the eighth grade. And I don’t spend every Sunday in a building with a steeple on it, but believe it or not, I have guiding principles that keep me from doing every fun thing my id thinks up. I keep my promises and never let people run down my friends. I was taught that every work has dignity and that you don’t run the other guy down just for doing things you don’t understand.

(And we all know somebody, not us of course, who uses aggressive church attendance to cover a multitude of sins, but I also try not to judge.)

Let’s talk about free will. The Founding Fathers everyone likes to talk so fondly about weren’t religious like some Bush supporters are. My understanding is they believed God created the world, wound it up, and walked away(If I am oversimplifying that, somebody tell me.) They believed that people had the capacity to govern because they had will and rationality. My faith(yes, I use that f-word, too) in that concept has been shaken, maybe forever, but I appreciate the ideal. I appreciate the recognition it gives the human brain. I’m proud of my brain. It is perhaps my best instrument. In some way, the Creator thought enough of me to give it to me, or possibly curse me with it.

My values say you don’t turn your back on people. Not because of whom they love, and not because they live on a different side of the tracks than you.

My values say if your country is heading off the rails, you try to stop it. My values say that is patriotism, and I’ll never believe otherwise. I didn’t have to. One thing about having your society give up on you, it cuts back, obligation-wise. The stereotype is that I watch cable on the government’s dime, and pray to be good so God will free me in some way. The stereotype lies.Liberals answer to a higher authority too sometimes...we call it different names. Good people sacrificed on the Left, too, though.) My values respect sacrifice over “ getting yours” My values say you don’t deny food and medical care to little poor kids just because they’re from Mexico.(Prop 200, ay chihuahua!) My values say not to lie.(Do I need to explain that one?) My values say values are declared best through action(but I’m tired of never having the floor in character discussions, so I’m breaking a possible lifelong silence with this piece.) Love should be stronger than fear and hate. And, yes, I’m still working on the finer points of faith and spirituality. A benign Creator will understand my questing nature and give me space to satisfy it when I’m prepared to. Because life challenges us all and some of us were not born to a nourishing faith, sad but true.(If you are fortunate in yours, you’ll feel no need to change mine.) It’s good not to understand sometimes, really. (continued...)

( continues...) Somehow the American concepts of diversity and reinvention have gotten a bad rap as diversions to allow people to get naked in public and call themselves Moonbeam(Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but there’s more. Really. America used to be where people came to get a new start, leave behind repressive rules. This is very much part of our Western legacy, and we should respect an honor it. My values say if you don’t like abortions don’t have one. But don’t torture somebody else for the hardest decision she has to make, and I guarantee you, whatever your views, you know somebody who had one, whether you know it or not. She’s not “those women”. She’s your mom, your friend, the checker at Target.(My personal count is four women I know. And I’m not freakish and wild, and neither are they. You’d never know just to look. Citizens shouldn’t demonize each other.Don’t we all have demons enough?)

Listen up, because this might be the last thing I write, because right now it doesn’t feel safe to have one of those education things.

Because-because. Can you make that two sentences, cause-effect? "Listen up. This might be the last thing I write, because right now, it doesn’t feel safe to have one of those education things."

I might dump that sentence, actually. Because while I wrote it on Wednesday with every intention of Never Touching my Keyboard Again, it's beginning to come to my attention that I write like I breathe, and I can't live without either for very long., and desire doesn't always enter in. I'll send to you tomorrow...maybe we can work on it. I want this printed more than I believed possible when I started scribbling it aimlessly.

Attawife! I soothed my soul by writing a letter to John Kerry this morning, which I posted in livejournal.

I liked that letter a lot, actually.

I was luke-warm on Kerry going in, but at the end of the day, I ended up having a lot of respect for him. Certainly more than I expected.

I respect him muchly, but I am just perverse enough that even if no-way-in-hell-type numbers came back, I 'd go through it anyway just to deny him as much gratification as it would be in my power to block. Because if he tried to stop me, he'd look like the democracy-hating dick that I think he really is, and maybe he'd get caught having a tizzy on national TV. But sometimes I am petty and not in the least polite or ladylike.

Deb, insent.