Vaya con dios, Karl Rove.
And give my regards to Dick Armey, a man whose name describes his political aspirations. One of the most pernicious lies of the last decade is that the Tea Party is a grassroots organization, when the aforementioned Koch Brothers and their ilk used Armey’s organization to pay for the buses to those town hall meetings. It’s not grassroots, it’s astro-turf, and I call shenanigans.
Sayonara, NRA. With an appalling number of crazy guys with guns shooting at people in public places this year, including volunteer firefighters in Webster, New York (which is the most recent as I write this, and I hope that’s still true when it’s published), your arguments are being shot down more quickly than those semiautomatic rifles you defend. I look forward to you being completely marginalized.
Farewell, child molesters and those who cover up for them. The Catholic Church and college football teams may continue to believe otherwise, but high status does not confer immunity from the law, or from the disgust and horror of the larger community. I only regret that the legal ways we have to express this disgust and horror are limited to unpleasantly long jail sentences and massive fines.
And while we’re bidding adieu to those who would protect male privilege at all costs, let’s include those with attitudes which assume women are some strange, alien species. Whether it’s Rush Limbaugh deriding a woman with the audacity to desire health coverage for all of her parts, or Todd Akin and his view of female anatomy, it’s clear that men alone can’t run this national conversation anymore. Those of us with vaginas, cervixes, uteri and ovaries have decided we’re the experts about what it’s like to have them. And we vote.
Goodbye to some who made my life what it is, for better or for worse, I’ll miss Nora Ephron, Levon Helm, Davy Jones and George McGovern. You live on in my heart, my memory, and my Cloud.
Bye bye, baby.
Martha Thomases, Media Goddess, wishes you a healthy and happy 2013. Better days, folks.