Some responses to Palin & Giuliani’s bashing community organizers that I felt compelled to share.
From the man himself.
And I really like her video.
My only critique would be that her graphic listing community organizers goes by too quickly. You can hardly see that Jesus Christ leads the list.
I also really dig this post from Ding on Bitch Ph.D.
Community Organizing: Not a Frakkin’ Tea Party
Palin said:
“A small-town mayor is sort of like a ‘community organizer,’ except that you have actual responsibilities”
And a community organizer I respect very much once said:
“[T]here never will be complete equality until women themselves help to make laws and elect lawmakers.”
-Susan B. Anthony
It’s a classic case of biting the hand that feeds you. Without the work of community organizers, a woman like Palin would never be able to vote, let alone run for the second highest office in the land, and some day they highest. And yet, Palin would have you believe that Susan B. Anthony, Elizabeth Cady Staton, Martin Luther King, Jr., and other community organizers do not have any responsibilities. I suppose in once sense they don’t, other than the responsibility that most of us have to make our lot and the lot of our fellows better. The question is: Does it make a person more qualified to govern when they have been elected to lead than if they have taken it upon themselves to lead? I think that many community organizers have done as much or as little for this country and its citizens than many elected officials. To be honest, I’m not well versed on Obama’s record as a community organizer, and I’m not suggesting that he has is on par with MLK, Jr. or the suffragists. I think that remains to be seen. My point is, if you want to attack his record, then attack his record. Don’t bash community organizers in general.
Now I feel like I’ve beaten this topic to death.
I would like to post something on McCain’s speech tonight, but honestly, I tried to watch it, and I fell asleep. Then I tried to watch the replay, and it just wasn’t . . . inspiring, in any sense of the word. It was just bland. I mean, it certainly didn’t change my mind, as if it stood a chance. It didn’t even boil my blood. It didn’t do anything for me at all.