Okay, here’s the thing: I fucking hate dog whistles.
Hang on, let me be more specific. I fucking hate political dog whistles.
I’m reading this screed this morning by a woman I went to high school with. She was goofy then and apparently she’s goofy now. It’s all about how Texas has the legal right to secede from the union and form its own nation, blah blah blah. It’s the standard, “Wouldn’t all us Texans be so much better with them ol’ Yankees?” routine that Texans so love. It’s a fun academic exercise, but not really anything more than that. I’ve been known to play it, too….
…when I’m drunk.
But she peppers her entire thing with, rather than humor that would make it fun, constant stabs at President Obama. Okay, I get it, there are people who can’t stand him, people who think he has ruined the country (pretty amazing feat since he’s only been in office a few damned weeks!), people who think ain’t no way no darkie oughta be the Prez’nit.
If that’s what you think, stand up and say it. Have the balls to freaking say it! Say what you believe, rather than couching it in political dog whistles.
See, the ultra right wing has coded language they use whenever they want to communicate with the tribes. It’s a politcal dog whistle, only the right wing can hear it.
B. Hussein Obama. That’s what she kept calling him.
Okay, first of all, the only right-wing whacko calling him that is Ann Coulter so this high school chum of mine (as opposed to shark chum) is listening to Mr. Ann Coulter for her information. Secondly, B. Hussein Obama is Mr. Coulter’s way of letting all the paranoids out there know that President Obama is, in fact, an Arab terrorist.
So here’s the thing: if you think he’s a terrorist, fucking say it. Don’t hide it behind coded language. Have the goddamned balls to stand up and say, “I think Barack Obama is a terrorist!”
Much like I’ll say, “W. is an intellectual creampuff.”
So there.
(now here’s the after-blog-rant question: is saying Mr. Coulter a political dog whistle, too, or just my way of saying, ‘Wow, look at her Adam’s Apple?’)
