Needed: anti-Obi gestures
Today at tennis, after I made a hard point, my partner offered the Obama fist bump.
"I don't do that," I said, and I gave her a stern look. It's not the first time I've run into Obamabots on the courts; the game attracts argumentative, competitive types (of which I may be one). I didn't stop and lecture the O'Bot, because Wasting Indoor Court Time is a Sin. I just high-fived her with my racquet, and went on playing.
I'm into civil disobedience these days, now that we Right-Thinkers are in the minority, living in fear of Obamification. In small ways, I resist.
1) I refuse to do the fist bump. We Right Thinkers need our own hand jive, a nonverbal way to say, ‘I'm Anti-Obi'. I'm open to suggestions.
2) I turn His face around. Whenever I'm standing in line in a store, and find coverboy Obambi staring at me, I turn the offensive magazines around to face backwards. During Inaugural week, there was commemorative ideoporn everywhere. Obama market penetration has receded somewhat, but it's still hard to visit a Target or a grocery store without having to look at The One. By hiding His image, I may be slightly interfering with commerce, but if I can prevent one more person from being suckered into socialism, I'll do it.
3) I send e-mails to mainstream media, urging them to wake up from their Kool-Aid stupor and report what's going on. Sometimes, I link AT essays, the ones where Larrey gets really wound up.
Living in the bluest of blue states, e-mailing my Congresspersons seems like a waste of time.
4) I have my talking points ready. The best AT essays I collect in a Rhetorical Ammunition file. If someone needs to hear what's wrong with the deficit or with federalizing healthcare or with failing to support Israel, I can tell them.
The O'Bot I played tennis with today seemed like a Nice Person Who Just Doesn't Get It. There's a lot of those types running around, a fact I believe is cause for Hope, because, while there's no point in trying to talk politics with hard-cord left-wingers, Nice Person types will listen, and perhaps can be swayed. If the Fist Bumper shows up next Monday, and asks why I don't do the crypto-fascist hand jive, I'll give her an earful.
5) I send my kids out armed with ideas. They and some friends are co-founders of the Conservative Club at their high school, a public school of over three thousand students, most of them future O'voters. The faculty is overwhelmingly liberal, to the extent the Conservative Club had trouble finding a sponsor. A social studies teacher finally agreed to sign on as sponsor, although he said he does not share their views.
6) If there was a mass protest against the Porkulus bill about to be foisted upon us, I'd go. Even if it snowed.
What else can I do?