I’ve had enough.
Starting back in March and April, when the whole concept of the Tea Parties was in its infancy, the wits and wags on the left decided to take a page from Saul Alinsky’s playbook and bring ridicule to bear on the whole endeavor. But not just simple ridicule.
What they did was far worse. They turned the efforts and engagement of millions of earnest people into a dirty joke. A graphically sexual insider joke. They started calling us “teabaggers.” (The original definition of “teabagging,” for those few of you who are still unaware of it, can be found here.)
Yes, pundits, bloggers, anchors, Congresspeople, presidents, called us “teabaggers.” What class! What elan! What finely-honed debating skills! What exemplars of surpassing intellect they are.
But just suppose the shoe were on the other foot?
Imagine if you will, that for some reason, those on the left were protesting roosters and Tootsie Pops. Walking around in crowds of thousands and tens of thousands locally. Hundreds of thousands to a million on a given day in Washington D.C. Carrying signs protesting chickens and lollipops.
Innocuous items, to be sure, but you can bet your bottom dollar that nobody, and I mean nobody on the right (or the left, for that matter) would be casually referring to them in print, on televsion or video, or online, as cock-suckers.
- The queen of the B-list in Hollywood wouldn’t be doing it.
- A minor news reporter/talking head wouldn’t be calling people that.
- The President of the United States wouldn’t say it.
- A past president of the United States wouldn’t even think about saying it, having had too much scrutiny in that direction himself.
- The Oxford University Press would not even have considered it for their “Word of the Year” for 2009.
It defies belief that any of these people used that word without knowing what it meant.
And yet, this is what the left does. Having no valid argument to present against the Tea Parties, they resort to using phrases that reduce them to the level of sniggering seventh-graders. It’s an in-joke that only the cool kids get, and the poor rubes doing the protesting are left scratching their heads, wondering why the in-crowd is laughing at them,
Well, the poor rubes doing the protesting are getting mighty sick of it. If the in-crowd doesn’t look out, they, too, will awaken the sleeping giant and fill him with resolve.
Hey kids, be careful… The giant is starting to stir. By 2010, he’ll be awake. And he’ll be hungry.
UPDATE: Jay Tea over at Wizbang has a slightly different reaction to the term…