Firebaggers1 can fuck off.
What’s a “firebagger”, you ask? It was originally coined by someone at Daily Kos ( in reference to FireDogLake’s new love affair with Grover Norquist and the teabaggers2. Of course, Jane Hamsher lost her fucking mind and thought “Well, shit, if they oppose all things Obama and I oppose all things Obama then we’re peas in a pod!” And that’s how the two names became forever entwined.
Now, a few months later, the termed as become to mean something a little broader. Instead of just referring to those on FDL (who love to hate all things Obama) it’s defining other Progressives who would as soon join with the teabaggers as stand against them. These folks decry the term “teabagger” as offensive and insist that they be referred to as “Tea Party Activists”. They see no reason to stand against them and think progressives should reach out and bring them into our fold. They say things like “They’re just like us– except uninformed!” Suddenly instead of being what they’ve proven themselves to be– against Obama at all costs, birthers, racists, cry-babies, anti-union, anti-Progressive and general idiots– the teabaggers are “populists” just like liberals.
Huh-wha?
I was listening to Thom Hartmann’s radio program today and I just couldn’t take it anymore. He was spouting this bullshit about the teabaggers3 being on the same side of us and how they’re just regular folks who don’t know and blah blah blah. The more he yammered, the more irritated I became. I was, for a while, a fan. I haven’t listened in a couple of weeks because I had other things to do. I wasn’t prepared for the teabagger lovefest. And he became just another firebagger to me.
Teabaggers are anti-union. They believe that unions are the bane of the American business. They don’t believe that workers should have the right to organize. They think that auto-workers make too much money and don’t do enough work. They’re happy for the corporations that send their manufacturing overseas (and get tax credits for it).
Teabaggers don’t believe in global warming or environmental protections. They believe global warming is a hoax perpetuated by unions and liberals to further their “anti-business” agenda. They believe that environmental laws inhibit business and cost too much money. They think that Wal-Mart should be able to put a store any damned where they please. They see nothing wrong with logging the rain forest.
Teabaggers are against any kind of regulations on businesses. They think that the banks should be further deregulated, as should the insurance companies. They blame programs for the poor for the financial meltdown. They think the solution to the nation’s health care woes is to completely deregulate the insurance companies– which is their solution to all other problems regarding industry.
Teabaggers want to privatize social security4 and do away with most other social programs. Those damned poor people are just leeches, welfare queens and free loaders. Make them all get jobs, but don’t give them minimum wage because that’s too hurtful to businesses.
Where do the teabaggers and Progressives agree? Where? Well, firebaggers join with them when they’re busy opposing specific Obama policy– which is pretty much every Obama policy. Firebaggers have decided that since the teabaggers seem so organized then they must be on the side of good– or would be if they were just “informed”. Bullshit.
Teabaggers aren’t uninformed. If anything, they’re willfully ignorant. They were happy with government waste when a Republican was running it, but as soon as that black Democrat with the funny name was elected they decided they were pissed. Mostly they were pissed because that guy won, but they found so many other reasons to be suddenly overwrought with anger at government spending. Especially the spending that would help other people (social programs and/or HCR).
Teabaggers deny Obama’s very citizenship. They ask for “proof” of his birth– even after seeing that proof. They applaud those brave citizens who legally challenge Obama’s legitimacy. They doubt his parents’ marriage was legal. They call him “the Anti-Christ”, “Manchurian Candidate” and “affirmative action candidate”.
Firebaggers are just pissed because Obama hasn’t invited them into the Whitehouse and/or isn’t the Great Liberal Savior they thought he was going to be (depending on the firebagger doing the bitching). Anyone who doesn’t declare Obama a sellout or Rahm puppet is declared a sellout, Obama-worshipper5 and/or paid shill for [insert name of evil government lobby]. They say that we shouldn’t call them “teabaggers” because they’ve got good intentions and ignore the signs that teabaggers carry to their rallies (Obama as a witch doctor anyone?). And since teabaggers are against the same person they are against, they ally themselves with them. They’ve even taken to airing attack ads and doing negative polling against Obama.
Disgusting and pitiful. I believe that the majority of firebaggers are just PUMAs remade. I firmly believe that they would have opposed Obama no matter what stance he would have taken on anything. And I believe their leader(s) is(are) using them in the same way that the teabagger leaders are using the teabaggers. They want power and prestige and donations and are willing to tear down anyone that gets in their way. They are using the anger and disillusionment of some Dems6 to their financial advantage. I mean, they didn’t write “Crashing the Gates”, so they had to get on the teevee somehow. Right?
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- The ones that weren’t fucking paying attention during the campaign. [↩]







English sucks
I haven’t written a school post yet this semester. I am, indeed, slacking. Honestly, though, I’ve only got one week under my belt so it’s not quite that bad.
I’m done with my maths. Did I mention I passed Trig? Oh, yes. But now that I’m done with those courses, I don’t get to see Professor SexyPants anymore. This is sad, but we must all move on. We can’t dwell on the negative, people! Buck up and all that jazz.
Now I’m working on the final 6 courses for my AAB–which I’ll finally have next December1. This semester is going to be interesting because I get to
breakwork on Windows Servers and cool ass websites (again!!). I’m also taking College Writing as my cake course this semester. Hahaha! Or so I thought.Want to hear a funny? We were having a discussion on cultural stereotypes and how advertising drives those. The one ad we were critiquing had a dude in outdoorsie clothes, in the woods, getting ready to board a hydroplane. The ad said “Are you ready for Adventure?” Now, my first thought was that it was either very homoerotic (considering the adventure wording and the dude’s facial expression) or it was a dude getting ready to do some kickass adventure stuff in his plane. Apparently I’m stupid, because I was way off (according to my professor– who is very odd and not at all sexy).
Most of the class decided that the ad was aimed at wealthy men or women because dude had a compass on his watch. Apparently these are very expensive. I dunno. He also was walking toward this plane. The ad mentioned “lemon zest” and “sparkling grapefruit” so I’m thinking dude is in Florida and getting ready to take some folks on a jaunt to the Caribbean2. But the rest of the class thought it was an elitist ad, mostly because that’s the way the professor led them.
The problem for me came when I tried to explain my train of thought. If you ever experience fibrofog, don’t ever do this. Ever. I had the worst case of tip-of-the-tongue I have ever had. I couldn’t find the right words to save my life. Someone in the back laughed at me3 and the professor just kind of cocked an eyebrow in my general direction. But did I stop? Hell to the no. Of course mortal humiliation isn’t going to shut me up.
So, I tried to explain why I thought Adventure Dude was going to hop down to the islands for some fun in the sun. That reinforced their idea that he’s elitist. I couldn’t articulate that I thought drug running was actually the way he made his moolah. I mean, seriously? They couldn’t see that? Don’t these people watch “Burn Notice” or old episodes of “Miami Vice”? Sheesh.
Then we’re discussing another ad. This one is stark white, with black lettering that says “YourSpace”. There’s a vehicle of some sort pictured (it’s green) and some shit at the bottom. What stood out to me about the ad was the text at the bottom which included “when a homepage just isn’t enough”. Hello! Not only did they play on “MySpace”4 but they added to that internet based language. Did anyone pick up on that? No. And the professor, God bless him, insisted that the “YourSpace” meant that there was enough space in the vehicle to have an enjoyable ride.
Of course I tried to explain to him that maybe parents would be interested in getting their kids off of MySpace or FaceBook and their texting paraphernalia, but he didn’t get it. Did he miss the age of the Intertoobs? Apparently. I bet if I brought up Ceiling Cat he’d look at me like I had a big old booger hanging from my nose. Of course, ye old T.o.t.T struck again and I looked like a complete and utter idiot. That didn’t stop me though. I’m pretty sure my new Prof hates my brain-damaged guts. I guess I wouldn’t blame him. I mean, I did sound like I’d been hitting the tequila way too hard.
Now for a little whine: it’s fucking frustrating to be want to participate in the conversation and explain why his outdated ideas are all kinds of fuckered up but not be able to do that. I wanted to come home and just sew my own damned lips shut. Humiliation is not a strong enough word for what I felt when I left that class. What’s the point of having a brain but not being able to use it. I’d live with 100x the pain of this god-forsaken disease if I could just get rid of the fucking fog. Fibrofog may not seem serious to anyone else, but it’s pretty much driving me over the edge.
I’ll have to remind myself to shut the fuck up on Tuesday. Really. I mean, the man did say to let someone else talk for a while. I don’t blame him. I’d kick my ass out of the class if I was him.
And so ends my first school sucks post of the semester.
Peace, love and lollipops.
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