These Tea Parties, What’s That All About?
In the spirit of merciless self-promotion that has become a hallmark of The Arkansas Project, I command you to read the Sunday “Perspectives” section of the Arkansas Democrat-Gazette, to which I have contributed an analysis of the Tea Party movement in the Natural State.
Will these grassroots demonstrations for government fiscal responsibility and accountability have a lasting political impact? Will they serve as a channel for new voices to enter the political scene? Will section editor Kane Webb ever accept a submission from me again, given how absurdly long this one ended up being? Pick up your “News-Paper” on Sunday to find out!
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8 thoughts on “These Tea Parties, What’s That All About?”
If you displaced Otis or Pat Lynch I’m going to be pissed.
Sounds to me as if you are being drawn back into the great chasm of MSM. Beware David, beware. She is a subtle temptress, a sassy siren, and you will be trapped before you know it. The beginnings of the web she weaves are in place. Run while there is still time my friend. Take the money and run.
I love the way the ads tie right in with your story.
I for one applaud you for this nostalgic delivery of week-old news. I’m getting giddy just thinking about getting up early Sunday morning and driving down to the convenience store to make my purchase. Oh, the ways of yesteryear!
Just the thought is making childhood memories race through my head like fireflies on a clear June night. I’m tasting in my mind one of those old Co’-Colas made with cane sugar in a 6-1/2 ounce glass bottle. (You know, back before they messed it up with corn syrup.) I can see myself pickin’ strawberries and I hear my Pawpaw tellin’ me to put at least one strawberry in the bucket for every one I eat! I can hear my Momma tellin’ me “if you want some iced tea, hon, go on out to the back porch and pick us some mint, ya hear?” If I squint just right I can see Suzie Mae Crawford down at the bauxite pit takin’ off her clothes to go swimmin’ in her birthday suit.
Wait… What’s this I see? It’s the Baker boys draggin’ that potato sack into the woods. I can still see the looks on their faces when they saw me. I can feel Bobby Lee Baker’s slippery blood-soaked fingers squishin’ my mouth together as Billy Ray Baker points his finger at me and says “if ya know what’s good fer ya, y’aint seen nuthin’! Ya hear?!
Thanks a lot Kinkade! My therapist doesn’t work on the weekends, you bastard! Buy a paper. Yeah right.
Gosh, DumbArkie, your nostalgic visions of yesteryear are a lot more detailed and picturesque than mine. Mine mostly entail me sitting on the couch with a half can of Pringles watching “Welcome Back Kotter” reruns.
If the Oxford American asks you for reprint rights, I get my usual cut, right???
“Usual cut,” yes. Meaning, I still have some of those Pringles left.
Thanks man. Out of desperation I started reading the article to my newborn and it worked well. He fell asleep after the first section.
Outstanding!!! Keep them coming. I would consider it a service and an outstanding value for my $1.25 I clunk into the yellow machine.