I used to find it funny that conservatives are seemingly cloned from Yosemite Sam. That greedy little gun lover is always ready to swindle and threaten to get to the gold in them there hills. The similarities are uncanny, and hilarious. If we are to be honest with ourselves though, we must admit that many liberals pitter patter through life like Droopy. The more privileged among us tend to miss more of the urgency. Thus we have a gun slinging maniac in a political showdown with an unflappable, soft spoken, and occasionally oblivious character with good manners.
Now I am a snowflake with great big feelings, but I have also been roughed up by four decades of old fashioned red state living. A brother stuffing snow into the insides of my mittens, and the rest of the conservative family turned me into an unusual hybrid, a Yosemite Droopy perhaps. I would prefer to take the high road, but the time is up for sugar coats and fuzzy feelings. Fighting the current administration is imperative, yet overwhelming. Throw in our own dumb notions we inherited in this racist, sexist, homophobic and shallow consumer culture and it is all too easy to slip into complacency and become distracted.
Since the election I have seen liberals too timid to express their views, online in a closed group of liberals. Sad. I have seen liberals shut down before discussing white privilege, and different economic realities. Wrong. I have seen liberals get their feelings hurt when the wind blows. Bigly lame. Honestly, I used to be confused by terms "liberal elite" and "snowflake", but a stopped clock is right twice a day.
Conservatives would laugh their socks off at many ideas coming from the Resistance. Turning magazines with Trump covers around at the grocery was a favorite Fascism Buster in one online group. George Takei suggested using a large and fancy vocabulary. Um, no. That one also falls short. Michelle Obama called for us to take the high road. I love that route and view, but this time it leads to a Paul Ryan utopia with Mitch McConnell nymph statues. I am not suggesting violence and guns, or fighting in the streets. But could we find something more intimidating than safety pins and pussy hats? I would be content with a backbone.
Please people, I love you all for your kind hearts and genuine souls, but this sensitivity has run amok. I only dabble in positivity, so I may be rougher than a more gentle liberal. Playing the intellectual or diplomatic hands are poor strategies when playing chess with an angry bear. Therefore, I am an enthusiastic instigator with my feelings tucked away for a sunny day. I am trying to linger in that tiny sweet spot where I can listen to a fellow liberal, attempt communication with a Trump voter, and still be willing to cause a stir standing up for myself, vulnerable people and populations, and important causes. This seems to me a more appropriate defense. Yosemite Sam is dreaming of gold, and we know he will take the low road every time. So, what are we going to do about it?