NEVER IN THE HISTORY of the United States of America has the political scene been so polarizing. Republicans Who Sell Good Crap details how like-minded Republican politicians, political analysts, television and radio talk-show hosts push the rhetoric across limitless boundaries selling good crap, like drug dealers to their addicted clients. The good crap now infused with tea baggers has sky-rocketed their sales to a new level. What happened?...It just so happened that someone with an odd sounding name had the "Audacity of Hope" and dared to fulfill "The Dream" set off this firestorm of utter and complete disrespect for the highest office in the country. "He is un-American! He pals around with terrorists!" Is that pandering, or is it fear-mongering? "We'll take back our country! Reload and take up arms!" Is that patriotism, or is it home grown terrorism? "He's a racist! He's a socialist"! Is that hypocrisy, or is it idiocy? Like crabs in a barrel, clawing their way to the top of the crap pile, they throw out words and phrases to outdo each other to see who can sell the best crap.
Republicans Sell Good Crap
It's About Time They Clean Up Their ActAuthorHouse
Copyright © 2011 the Pessimistic Optimist
All right reserved.ISBN: 978-1-4634-0410-9Contents
Prologue..........................................................................................................viiChapter 1. My Early Years.........................................................................................1Chapter 2. My Introduction to Politics............................................................................4Chapter 3. Life in England........................................................................................9Chapter 4. The American Adventure Begins..........................................................................12Chapter 5. My Political Awakening.................................................................................15Chapter 6. The Selling of Good Crap...............................................................................18Chapter 7. New Experiences........................................................................................21Chapter 8. The Haters.............................................................................................23Chapter 9. John McCain............................................................................................31Chapter 10. Sarah Palin...........................................................................................33Chapter 11. Rush Limbaugh.........................................................................................40Chapter 12. Neal Boortz...........................................................................................44Chapter 13. Glenn Beck............................................................................................51Chapter 14. Sean Hannity..........................................................................................54Chapter 15. Dick Cheney...........................................................................................58Chapter 16. Michael Steele........................................................................................61Chapter 17. Bobby Jindal..........................................................................................65Chapter 18. The Seven Deadly Sinners Keyes, Christie, Thomas, Caine Williams, West, Blackwell.....................66Chapter 19. Michele Bachmann......................................................................................77Chapter 20. Siamese Twins (Coulter and Ingraham)..................................................................79Chapter 21. Newt Gingrich.........................................................................................84Chapter 22. Bill O'Reilly.........................................................................................87Chapter 23. Pat Buchanan..........................................................................................89Chapter 24. Family Ties...........................................................................................92Chapter 25. New Kids on the Block.................................................................................94Chapter 26. The House Controllers.................................................................................96Chapter 27. The Ex's (Huckabee, Romney & Guilliani)...............................................................100Chapter 28. The Two MaScots (Brown & Walker)......................................................................105Chapter 29. Karl Rove.............................................................................................107Chapter 30. Mitch McConnell.......................................................................................109Chapter 31. The Fringe Element....................................................................................110Chapter 32. Mr. President.........................................................................................112Chapter 33. The First Lady........................................................................................118Chapter 34. A Message to African Americans........................................................................120Chapter 35. Mexicans..............................................................................................131Chapter 36. Difficult Times Ahead.................................................................................133Epilogue..........................................................................................................141References........................................................................................................143
Chapter One
My Early Years
SEVERAL DECADES AGO, my mother Kathleen, a wonderful petite woman who reached the ripe young age of 100 in March of 2010, introduced me to mother Earth. The event took place in a little district called Skibo, situated in Portland, Jamaica's most beautiful and fruitful parish. Electricity and piped water had not yet reached Skibo, and the main form of transportation was the" foot-mobile".
The population of around 250 moved around quite easily, because thankfully they were all blessed with their own foot-mobiles. Of course there was the odd mule donkey and bicycle, owned by the well to do folks. Once in a while, a truck would deliver goods to the only shop in the area, which was owned by a Chinese couple who incidentally had a son born on the same day as me. If my memory serves me correctly, they owned the only battery operated radio in the district and it was a thrill to go there just to hear some music, or listen to a cricket test match between the West Indies and England or Australia.
There were two rivers in Skibo, the Mabesque River and the Spanish River. I don't know their sources, but they flowed in opposite directions, met at what we called the Blue Hole, and flowed as one for about two miles down to the sea. They were protected by law and was the source of our water for domestic use. I can clearly remember my brothers and me making several trips to the river with buckets to fetch water to fill the huge drum we had at home. But we didn't mind because it gave us a chance to do some fishing which we really enjoyed. Naturally we had to make our own fishing lines. For the rods we used what we called wild cane, to which we attached wires that we cut, and then meticulously joined together with links like those in a chain. That was the easy part, the difficult part was getting the half penny to buy the fish hook, and believe me it was difficult.
As a matter of fact we had to improvise a lot, and learnt to make a lot of things, which the kids of today know nothing about. We would use the rubber from the old tubing of bicycle wheels to make sling shots to shoot birds, and make things like chokies, fringes, and calabans to trap them. We made our own cricket bats from coconut branches, and tree trunks, our own gigs to spin at Easter, and our own kites to fly at Christmas. Speaking of Christmas, it's amazing to see the gifts that parents can afford to give their children today, and it's expected by the kids. We were well and truly satisfied with a balloon and some fire crackers.
We had one Government school in the district, and that's where our basic education began. The school was situated on a hill, and could not be accessed by motor vehicles. The house I lived in was situated at the bottom of that hill, and so it was a relatively short walk to school for me. The headmaster, Mr. McLaughlin and his wife were friends of my parents. He was in my opinion a great...
