[Running the show from Spain turns out to be more difficult than I anticipated. For one thing, I cannot locate the superscripts on the keyboard of the computer at the hostal dos Reis Catolicos. This is a common problem for Americans abroad, one I usually can solve, but not this time. So please bear with me. What follows will have to suffice for Meg n Jerry over the next two weeks.]
Meg Whitman and Bias in the California Press (more…)
Following is my hour-long interview with Mark Skoda, founder of the Memphis Tea Party and co-founder of the National Tea Party Federation. We spoke at the Madison Hotel in Memphis, Tennessee during the last week of June. [ Apologies for getting it up a day later than promised. Turns out that blogging from the pilgrimage trail in Galicia is not all that easy–and for some devilish reason half of this transcript disappeared from the blog as soon as I put it in. Oh, the mysteries of the trail.]
Mark, if I understood some of your emails correctly, you were at the health care protest in D.C. at the end of March where John Lewis claims that he was dissed by Tea Partiers. (more…)
(Got the sheep, though.)
The jock battle for the hearts and minds–scratch that–the votes, of Californians.
Over the years, the Fourth of July has become one of my favorite holidays. The day after, I fold patriotic clippings into a 4th folder—this season’s keepers an article on national anthems and another on the hot summer of 1776. The folder’s pieces are almost universally uplifting in tone; but the collection itself has become a reminder, in a roundabout way, of something about revolution & war: the fuel is hatred. And hatred’s companion is fervent belief. It is these two abiding human responses to injustice that keep men and women in the fight through the insanity and horror that shape all great political upheavals.
The American Revolution was no different, and I formally remind myself of the nature of that war every July, for two reasons. First of all, I am a person who goes out of her way to avoid confrontation. I am one of those “why can’t we all just get along” folks. I don’t like to spend time with hatred or its companions. Nor do most of us—which is one reason, among others, that a pleasant and therefore false hagiography about the American Revolution has settled into our national consciousness. (more…)