That went well. It was bitter cold rain, but who wants to attend a funeral on a sunny day.
About 30 people (not counting media) gathered at the Federal Building, including Vietnam Vets, the Alaska Legal Services staff, a former candidate for state senate, a couple Greenies, some Dems, two anarchists, a Libertarian and a Baha’i (who aren’t suppose to be involved in politics, right?). This was 4 times the turnout we expected (and got our march waiver on. Whoops.) We marched to the capitol steps, and I delivered the eulogy. Someone gave me a top hat, and I got to wear my clerical collar, which is always fun. Thank you to everyone who participated, especially those who cared enough to offer advice. (Thanks for the free counsel, Sua. It was priceless.)
Your bumperstickers are in the mail.
Eulogy for Democracy
Dearly Bereaved Brothers and Sisters – we gather together today to mourn the sinking of the USS Republic, torpedoed off the coast of Florida by illegal butterflies. All hands were lost. I know; I counted. Oh, a few tried to swim to shore, but four old men (and a woman) in black dresses picked them off.
I stood on a rocky outcrop and watched as the storm raged. I followed the spectacle from the moment the mighty ship dropped her anchor, until she was swallowed by the roiling boil. I watched as roadblocks were set up, polling places were moved without notice; and thousands of people were illegally purged from the voter rolls.
Not surprisingly, no official autopsy was performed. There was no time for that. Without an autopsy, without an officially sanctioned investigating agency showing evidence to the contrary, it’s all just allegations and innuendo. Conspiracy theory. Nothing worthy of the evening news. There were no missing ballot boxes, no early closings, no harassment of minority voters by the police, no widespread fraud and chicanery. There wasn’t any semblance of impropriety anywhere. It was business as usual.
Move along peeps, the mouthpiece said; there’s nothing to see here. There’s nothing to see, only the uneasy feeling that the little lever you pulled wasn’t really connected to anything.
No, there was nothing but a deadline… a deadline, and a body that had to be in the box and buried. And if it took the concerted efforts of Jeb, Xavier Suarez and his vote-fraud convicted staff, Justices Scalia and Thomas, Katherine Harris, and the entire Electoral College to shove the corpse in the coffin, so be it.
Because it’s not quite done kicking get. This is just the afternoon of the living dead.
John Dewey said, “So long as politics is the shadow cast on society by big business, the attenuation of the shadow will not change the substance”. And a long dark shadow has fallen across our nation this afternoon.
But eclipses don’t last forever.
Hail to the thief. Democracy, rest in peace. Wake refreshed. Kick some butt.