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  1. You want to know why I, and many such as I, think ‘teabaggers’ are a joke? Because in my youth I was, on multiple occasions, tear gassed, fire hosed, bean bagged, horse herded, billy clubbed, jailed, fined, fee-d and run out of town.

    Yeah, that’s me in the picture. Teabaggers, even with guns, are a joke.

    It’s been a long, strange trip – from the Acid Tests and Protests of the sixties; through War, hell-raising, Harley riding and AIM marchs in the seventies; to life as a Helo-Logger on the High Cascade in a school bus with guns and dogs and kids and goats and a three year supply of dried-goods and ammunition through the Reagan/Bush eighties; with college and single parenting, and a start on a ‘professional’ career in the nineties; and in the oughts Computing and Information Systems Guru, College Instructor and Freelance Internet Savant… to today a Semi-Retired, Self-Employed Independent General Services Contractor.

    Which is of course the double-nickle (55) euphemism for unemployed and quite possibly unemployable, 401K down the toilet, six years to SS…

    That some teabagger wants to take away from me…

    Kent State – my sixteenth birthday. It’s why I went to War. You say you want a revolution…

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