It’s not easy being green. It’s not easy being a democrat. And it’s not easy liking Keith Olbermann. People turn on their mean. This week, that is what I have seen. I have been called everything from a “poor lonely minion” to a Moon Pie Queen. I try to see the truth in whatever they call me. Poor is a given, but maybe not forever. I have written for examiner for a couple years and have not made one penny from my work. The pay is based on all these different factors coming together, and for me, they just have not done it. I have never thought of myself as lonely, but I am alone a lot. So, that is sort of true. I am sure that I am a minion. Those of us who love Keith are just so thrilled to have a voice. The ones without the money rarely get to speak up. He helps us to do that. He says what we are thinking, even though my Republican friends do not appreciate it and do not want to hear it.
I have to admit that I have always loved Moon Pies. I am old enough to understand the combination of the R.C. Cola and the Moon Pie, too. It is the essence of the fleeting food pleasure that we really do not need, but want. We could not afford the real ones, but Mama would get those boxes of the fake ones that came in chocolate, coconut, banana, etc. There was also that special one that had the little dab of jelly in the middle. I am pretty much an expert on them. But, I told this unfriendly fella, that it was Little Debbie who made me what I am today. Between the oatmeal pies and the brownies, Lord help me. It was an Italian guy, I think, who also commented on somebody’s sister. I do not know whose…for sure. But there was a mean spirit in it. I am not sure why people have to get angry because of a different opinion, either. I have seen it happen in my own extended family.
As I watched each new Countdown show this week on Current TV, I would wonder why people want to hate and be mean. I tried to find where Keith might be provoking people, but I just could not see it. He was telling it like it is, it seemed to me. He was using good humor and affability. He had some hilarious clips and wonderful guests who came in the name of peace. I mean, is Michael Moore really that threatening? John Dean that dangerous? Janeane Garofalo made him a beaded bracelet, for Pete’s sake. Or should I say, for peace’s sake? People are tired of war. They are tired of mean. They are tired of fighting. The world news is just so painful to watch. It is so insane that it requires some commentary. Keith has that. He seems fair to me. And who else reads you a good night story? Not only one, but three? Tell me. What other major news anchor is by your bed in a big red chair reading to you, just like your daddy did? I want to know.
One of the few things I can still do is write. I wish I could do that and have people just let me be. They don’t have to like it. Keith must have a steel gut. I am starting to get queasy, and it is not from all the sweets. It is sad that there is not room for us all, as Gandhi said. But he also said, “In the end, truth and love always win.” I really believe that. I truly believe we are really going somewhere on this life train. I really believe it may take time, but that truth will win. In a world that already comes with a side order of pain, why do we have to make more? I wish I lived in a country where I could like Keith Olbermann without having to suffer as a consequence. I see why they follow “land of the free” with “home of the brave.” And I truly get The Peaceable Mongoose, by our guy Thurber.