Under My Skin
by figgy, Sat Aug 09, 2008 at 06:32:12 AM EDT
So have you ever read anything that just gets so under your skin that you just have to respond. Even when you know it gains you nothing, aside from some wingnut attacky crap.
Well GRRRRRRR. I got so mad about this I had to answer, which meant I had to sign up, which meant I went on a posting freak out.
Background: I put an Obama sticker on my minivan, I put an Obama sign in my yard. I have an Obama button on my teeny purse which I carry everywhere.
Result: My Obama signs have all been stolen or destroyed. My dogs...in my yard...in front of my house have been shot at. One was seriously hurt as he ran away, he lived thank the higher power. He's OK. My car was keyed in a Walmart parking lot. I was called a n***er lover in the parking lot of my local Krogers.
Needless to say I'm beyond enraged and beyond fucking fired up and ready to go.
So today I read this POS by Andrew Klavan of the Washington Post:
At a recent writers conference in Southern California, one of my colleagues on a screenwriters panel told the crowd of about 50 people that she hoped Barack Obama would win the presidency. A number of people applauded. When it was my turn to speak, I politely said that I disagreed with her politics and moved on to other topics. There was no applause for me, but several writers approached me afterward. Each dropped his voice to a whisper and, looking around to make sure no one would overhear, said, "Thank you for saying that."
Which raises a question for all conservatives in the arts: Why are we whispering?
It's true throughout Hollywood certainly. In filmland business meetings, the executives, producers and talent feel free to wax on about how stupid President Bush is, how evil American foreign policy is, even what awful human beings conservatives are. Hollywood rightists, meanwhile, are reduced to holding secret gatherings to confess their beliefs in sympathetic company.
Read this shit, and feel oh so sorry for this guy. Who writes for the WaPo, and is apparently in Hollywood meetings with deeply aggrieved Hollywood republicans.
So I wrote this (among other things):
I rather assume that people like Andrew Klavan don't read the responses to their messages. Or maybe they just read what is comfy for them. I have no idea, elite journalists confuse me. Ones that write for Hollywood are even more enigmatic.
I'm still trying to wrap my white trash liberal brain around his grievance. He and his secret republican pals have to whisper their fervent adherence to the code, is that it? The love that dare not speak its name? The secret society that, if exposed, could result in gray(black)listing. I'm shocked. I'm stunned. I'm even a little fahrklempt.
So, Andrew is suffering both the emotional pain of the closeted gay and the public pain of the exposed communist. The irony is delicious.
Look, I'm not being a dick but I'm mad. It's nasty business like this that is building the meme of the tragic conservative, banished from polite company. Give me a fucking break. Here is John McCain trying to sell Barack Obama as King of all Celebrities and this dipshit is whining because he has to whisper about his fascism. I'm sure we're all weeping over his fear of exposure...I mean OMG he might not get a gig writing a screenplay on spec for $50,000 that will never get produced anyway. Can you IMAGINE.
Can we just call these bastards out. I put out an Obama sign in good faith on my lawn and my dogs get shot at. He's sad because he has to hide his noble conservatism in Hollywood.
I'm gonna go vomit now.