A Tea Party I'm Looking Forward To
The teabaggers are at it again - and getting very creative, I must say. No longer content with just standing around and hollering like a bunch of idiots, the next great Capitol Hill gathering will employ a wide set of skills from these talented patriots:
So here's the plan. On Tuesday, December 15 at 8:45 AM thousands of us will meet in Washington, DC at the fountain in Upper Senate Park. From there we will march to the Senate offices, go inside, and demonstrate our opposition to the government takeover of health care. We call this plan "Government Waiting Rooms". The intention is to go inside the Senate offices and hallways, and play out the role of patients waiting for treatment in government controlled medical facilities. As the day goes on some of us will pretend to die from our untreated illnesses and collapse on the floor. Many of us plan to stay there until they force us to leave. A backup location for this demonstration will be announced if they block us from entering the offices.
Man, talk about method acting. Consider this - how exactly does one convey being a patient in a "government controlled medical facility," as opposed to say, St. Vincent's or the Doctors Hospital? Will there be a particular look on their faces to note the government controlled aspect of their angst, and will that really be noticeably different than just waiting in any old emergency room? I bet Brando could have done it, but what about that old guy that keeps showing up at these things dressed like Uncle Sam? We'll just have to wait and see.
I also simply cannot wait for the part where they "pretend to die from our untreated illnesses and collapse on the floor." There is no greater opportunity to shine in the theater than with a death scene. Will it be quiet and brave, like Camille? Or will they rage, RAGE against the dying of the light and go out in a blaze of glory, like Ophelia? I don't know about you, but I'm thinking the Dirksen and Russell Senate Office buildings might be the scene of great performances not seen in Washington since Helen Mirren came to town to do Phedre. Or, in the immortal words of Chris Rock as Nat X, we might see better actin' from tough actin' Tinactin, but whichever way it goes, it should be a real show.
Lastly, a word of advice, O Teabaggers: if you are blocked from entering the Senate offices and need another place to go and stage a die-in, head to the nearest hospital waiting room and tell 'em you don't have insurance.











