If you are one of those folks this morning, denouncing Speaker Pelosi’s actions of last night- the ripping up of the paper version Trump’s State of the Union speech- then I only have three words in rebuttal, and without decorum: Get over it. (If one prefers more words, might I suggest “the fuck” between “get” and “over”)
Three years we have put up with this asshole in the White House- day by day, hour by hour, tweet by tweet- demeaning so many American institutions and so many Americans themselves. Three years we’ve seen our standing in the world free-fall in the wake of his infantile whims. Three years we have watched as the obsequious, pitiful Republican Party bow and scrape to this garbage human being, aiding and abetting him all the way down, no matter how low he’s gone.
We’ve have some heroes cross the stage, who have spoken momentary truth to his abusive power. These heroes have mostly risen above petty response, and have acted within the constructs and norms befitting an officer of the public. These arguments muted by duty to tradition, respectful of the platform they’ve been handed. It’s been three years.
What Pelosi did last night, fantastically aided- not constricted- by her platform (literally and figuratively), was protest in its truest form. It may have offended some, but it hurt no one. It sent a clear, unapologetic message, one of dissatisfaction with norms. That after three years, we’re done with the lies and insults and name-calling and political hostage taking. That we’ve exhausted due course and due process, and it’s time to TEAR. SOME. SHIT. UP. And yes, in the Speaker’s case, literally.
It’s been three years, and here we are, in an extremely important year. Get in or get out. And Mr. President, the highest ranking member of the “Do Nothing Democrats” just did something. Here’s hoping she tears you a new one.