The country is going to the dogs. If only.
This wicked precious greyhound was one of 100-plus peaceful protesters who gathered outside Newburyport City Hall for the Essex County Tea Party and Rally this afternoon to just say no to creeping/leaping statism. Some, including ourselves, tried going inside to test the waters, but few of our tribe stayed long in there, quickly realizing that "Representative" John F. Tierney wasn't going to call on any of the raised hands among us sign-toting dissenters at the back of the room. Worst of all was the reflexive cheering of audience members at every shopworn Democrat talking point trotted out by "the people's" rep.
Amy Kane of Atlantic Ave and darling elder daughter [Ain't she beautiful?] were there, Amy shmoozing and taking notes for her blog and such and offspring covering the event with her video cam.
"We were inside city hall briefly and saw you there too. It looked like the politician had figured out pretty quickly which raised hands to call on," emails Amy Kane, catching the conscience of the king -- Democrat party-line talking-points king Essex County Rep John F. Tierney -- at this afternoon's question-and-answer session at Newburyport City Hall:
I guess I haven't been paying really good attention, but how did we get to this point where people think govt should, and can, fix their problems? "I want money for my wind turbine." "I want govt-funded dental insurance." etc etc.
I was glad we went, though. Good to see other people who feel the same way we do. I'll be blogging some photos later tonight or tomorrow.
Tuck and Susie just say no to creeping/leaping statism as they proudly unfurl Old Glory across the street from Newburyport City Hall.
Rush Limbaugh, Glenn Beck and conspiracy theories were in the air.
Besides Rush and Glenn, fear societies heavy and lite were in the air. Newburyport, like Taxachusetts itself, is midnight blue. Red staters like ourselves and the good folk who turned out today to show their colors come out of the closet at risk of being ostracized from the tribe.
Undercover agents Jill of The Business of Life and Jean of neo-neocon put in a veiled appearance, but the message was clear. As Jean said following our first sub rosa meet-up years ago, "Here I am, with my peeps at last."
Rep. John F. Tierney lying to a cat.
Motorists driving by honked in support, and we froze our little tootsies off for the cause. A snickering "gentleman" who looked askance at our sign as we entered City Hall asked from his morally high horse, "Just say no to what?" When we offered "Obamanomics" he dissovled into self-contratulatory gales of condescending laughter.
Cute kids who had somehow escaped the Gramscian indoctrination of the nation's public-school students stood shoulder to shoulder with their proud progenitors.
Event organizer Paul Breau, right, was meeting and greeting one and all with earnest indignation and "yes we can" [Pardon our French] verve. A man to watch. We'll be keeping in touch re the forthcoming Mother of All Tea Parties in Boston and other major cities across the nation on Tax Day, April 15.
We aint the activist type, but all three of us, Tuck, Sue and Sis, were glad we turned out. This could be the start of something big.
Back at Susie's for aprés ski cocktails, we caught a couple of decisive moments in the life of her gloriously soulful, sweet pussycat, Daisy.
Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer true.