Thank you. You said what I wanted to say but didn’t feel up to saying.
Just that morning I’d been listening to NPR in the car and caught the tail end of a discussion on the reluctance many Americans feel to speak out for fear of seeming unpatriotic. Fear of pointing out that the emperor is butt nekkid when everyone else is wrapping him in the flag.
As someone still standing in line for permanent residency, I feel it even more keenly — the reluctance to say too much, for fear of seeming ungrateful or rude.
My fourth of July post? I made two of those cartoons. One with a regular flag and one with a flag that had a peace sign where the stars should be. But then the whole Scooter Libby thing just wiped me out — I felt frozen by the audacity of it and exhausted by the sheer arrogance. When stuff like this happens, I often say to Dave, “Why aren’t people rioting in the freaking streets!?”
And so I posted the safe one and hoped you’d all notice the weary look in my cartoon eye.
So thanks Aimee for saying it out loud.
Your friend in the computer,
Sue … uh … Simpson