Never one to pass up an opportunity to be labeled a dangerous, crazy, religious, right-wing extremist, I pulled on my thermals and headed out to my local Tea Party. It was wet. It was cold. It was exhilarating. I was glad for a venue to share my beliefs of small government and fiscal responsibility. I was thankful no one seemed to be angry, just fervent in their beliefs and this gave me hope for a brighter future.
Is it true the Department of Homeland Security has labeled people attending the Tea Parties as right-wing extremist that need to be watched. I wonder what the British labeled our forefathers? No matter, I lived in Los Angeles in 2004 and campaigned for President Bush. I am used to being called all sorts of vile, repulsive names for having a difference of opinion. What's a few more?
I didn't plan far enough ahead to make a sign, but if I had, I would have stolen my sisters idea and written, "Congress Get a New ATM. I'm Out." My favorite sign at the gathering said, "1776 or 1984... You Decide." Hopefully all the parties were as positive as Salt Lake's.