It's the party of hate, the party of bigots, the party of fear and loathing. As the dust settles from the health care marathon, what is revealed is the ugly gargoyles that constitute not just the fringe nutballs of the teabag movement, but the mainstream Republican Party that spouts the vitriol of the reptilian brain in the halls of Congress.
This kind of head has been around for as long as I've been alive. It was there at Bowcraft, an amusement park in Scotch Plains, NJ that when I was a kid was just a miniature golf course and archery center -- and John Birch Society bookstore. It was there in 1968 when Martin Luther King, Jr. was murdered. It was there when Carroll O'Connor as Archie Bunker played racism for laughs. It was there in the late sixties and early 1970's when the right wing slapped "America: Love it or Leave It" bumper stickers on their cars -- stickers that translated really meant "Nixon: He's the President so Shut the Fuck Up." It was there at Kent State in 1970 when four kids on their way to class were shot dead by National Guardsmen at the behest of said Nixon for the crime of being young at a school where protests were going on. It was there when Ronald Reagan, the saint of the Republican Party, announced his candidacy for president in the very town where civil rights workers James Chaney, Andrew Goodman, and Michael Schwerner were murdered and when he twisted a minor case of a wealthy woman who defrauded the welfare system into an image of black poverty.
I am 55 years old, and for my entire life, the Republicans have stood for nothing but fear and loathing and hate. They give lip service to "free markets", but they only care about how such markets benefit the wealthiest among them. What the understand is fear -- raw, pee-in-your-pants, heart-palpitation terror. The the terror of death that drives people to believe in a giant alpha male in the sky. The terror of losing what one has to people who look different. The terror of the unknown. The 9/11 attacks handed the Republicans a giant gift-wrapped box o'fear that they've been tapping ever since, and the bellowing of John Boehner the other night was just a manifestation of just what mean, small, frightened people they are.
Bob Herbert pulls aside the curtain today and shows us, as if we didn't know already, who these people are:
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