As those who know me have long known, and as most others have guessed from my nom de blog, I am a denizen of the great state of Arkansas, the butt of our national jokes and general, all-purpose whipping boy. Trust me, a lot of that is deserved – look at our state rankings in education, health care, income, and any number of other measures, and it quickly becomes obvious that we don’t have our shit together.
But one thing has long irked me, and that’s the tendency of bloggers and others in the more-liberal-than-thou coastal areas to tar our state with the same reactionary brush they apply (correctly) to Texas, Mississippi, and other god-forsaken places. While it’s true that Arkansas shares some regrettable traits with these places, including racism, general ignorance, and hyper-fundamentalist religiosity, it has a populist streak not found in those areas. Note that I said “populist”, not “progressive.” It’s merely coincidental that some of the things that happen here politically look like the latter to outsiders; they without exception are the result of the former.
Thanks to that widespread misunderstanding, for the past month national publications have ballyhooed Arkansas’ status as “the first Southern state” to put medical marijuana to the vote. It’s true; the Compassionate Care Act will appear on our Nov. 6 ballot. But the first mistake in this media meme is the assumption that Arkansas is part of a monolithic South, which it isn’t and never has been; error the second is in assuming that the development in any way indicates that progressivism is gaining purchase in Arkansas or in other areas of the old Confederacy.
The fact is, the initiative almost didn’t make it to the ballot as a result of several rejections of the ballot title language by the state’s Attorney General, an initial insufficient number of valid voter signatures on petitions, and a late Supreme Court challenge after the other hurdles had been cleared. Along the way, state lawmakers weighed in with the opinion that the measure was proof of the need to “reform” the initiative process – a concern that none of them voiced in regard to a casino amendment put forward by a private individual which, had it made it to the ballot and passed, would have allowed said individual to write into the state constitution a monopoly for herself on all casinos in the state, as well as set her own preferred tax rate, free from the interference of meddling officials actually elected by the people of the state. It’s good to know our elected representatives have their priorities straight.
The court challenge came, as might have been predicted, from one of several religious political groups operating in Arkansas who see their mission as making sure that the rest of us don’t do anything that they believe might make God mad; apparently their belief is that God gets pissed when people with debilitating illnesses experience less pain and discomfort. God gave them that illness – they should welcome it! It is His divine plan that the only relief should come from billion-dollar pharmaceutical companies.
The court challenge has actually been the most entertaining part of the whole story so far. Jerry Cox, head of the Family Council and someone I know from personal experience to be a less-than-honest operator, announced his group’s intent to challenge the initiative, under the pretext that the ballot title didn’t explain to voters all the problems that states which have passed medical marijuana laws have experienced as a result. I, who am not an attorney, thought “wow, that’s some weak sauce; that can’t be what he’s planning on arguing to the court, because they don’t care about that – they only care about whether or not the ballot title accurately describes what the law will do.” I assumed there was some other argument with actual legal grounding that would be made; as it happens, I was wrong. In a very unusual move, the Court announced that they didn’t want to hear oral arguments from either side; I interpreted that as being an indication that either they didn’t intend to give Jerry Cox a soapbox or they intended to bend intepretation of the law to the breaking point in order to toss the initiative from the ballot. As it turns out, it was the former reason – the court handed down their ruling on Thursday and noted that the ballot title language was “free of partisan coloring,” which was exactly what Cox and the Family Council were arguing was the reason it should be rejected – because it didn’t make their argument for them in the ballot title wording.
So now, it’s on to the election. My prediction? I think it’s going to pass. The only polling done on the issue was back in May or June; at that time, 47% indicated support vs. 46% who were against. As I joked to my sister, half the people in the state have a family member or friend who’s farming in the national forest, which in and of itself should be enough to put it over the top. But in all seriousness, while that may be a small factor, the bigger reason is that people here simply don’t like being told what to do by outsiders. The Attorney General’s insistence that the ballot title language include a reminder that marijuana is still illegal under federal law will, if anything, persuade some voters to vote in favor of the initiative. The old bootlegger vs. federal revenooers attitude is still alive and thriving in large pockets of the state. That attitude is a double-edged sword, to be sure: it’s the same one that gave rise to the Central High crisis of 1957. But it continues to exert an influence that makes the state politically schizophrenic and impossible to pin down.
The other reason I think this will pass is purely anecdotal – over the past several months, in general conversation with several people who I would not expect to be supportive of the initiative, I’ve been surprised time and again when they not only bring up the issue but volunteer that they’re planning on voting in favor of it. These are mostly people over the age of 50, some of whom are regular church-going folks, which leads me to believe that if the undercurrent of support is that strong in this group, it’s going to pass.
Which means that after November, this will be a state in which same-sex marriage is prohibited by the state constitution, while medical marijiuana is legal – putting us a mere couple of years behind California, politically-culturally-speaking. This will surprise no one who knows anything at all about the state – we sent the first woman to the US Senate way back in the 1930′s, then several decades later produced the fine specimen of a state legislator who coined the term “barefoot and pregnant.” Obama is currently polling at about 35% here, while at the same time we have the only governor in the region – a Democrat re-elected in the Teabagger high-water-mark year of 2010 by a landslide - who has embraced the Medicaid expansion under his health care plan.
So the next time you’re tempted to lump us in with the lunatics in Texas, Mississippi, or Oklahoma, just….don’t. We’re an island of sanity in comparison to the reactionary ignoramuses who surround us. That’s a frightening thought, but we do get things right sometimes, though it’s for different reasons than you might expect.
This comes courtesy of John Cole at Balloon Juice. I don’t recommend watching the whole thing, but there is one bit that’s almost inspired in its lunacy at about 10:30 into the clip. This comes from the floor of the Oklahoma House of Representatives, which should come as no surprise to anyone who knows anything about Oklahoma – a state which, I have long averred, would be where God would stick the tube should He decide in His infinite wisdom to give the United States an enema.
Of course, I was reminded of this:
Not surprising that Oklahoma bellies right up to the part of Texas featured in True Stories; folks in more enlightened lands might not have realized it when the movie was made back in the late ’80′s, but it was a very accurate representation of that part of the country. In the 25 years since, the views of the majority of people in this area have not moderated; if anything, they’ve only grown more extreme. Oklahoma and west Texas rival South Carolina for the title of most reactionary area of the country.
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I haven’t done any political consulting since way back before the dawn of the Internets, but even then, I would have never allowed any of my candidates to eat a corndog in public.
Courtesy of Gen. JC Christian.
Alternate porn-y title: “Rick Perry gives his all as he wrestles a giant foot-long into submission.”
You gotta admit, he looks like he really knows his way around that thing.
Well, it’s official now: the GOP has the obligatory dumb Texan candidate for the presidency; this one gets bonus points for conspicuously aping the last dumb Texan to run in both diction and physical gesture.
In keeping with my long tradition of trying to help out GOP candidates whenever possible, I’ve put together a few bumperstickers for Mr. Perry:
Expect relentless media fellating of the Texas goober’s record on “job creation”; absent, of course, any mention of the fact that all the jobs created were of the minimum wage variety. If’n it’s good enough for them heartlanders, by gum, it’s good enough for the rest of us! Also expect to hear no mention of the fact that, for all of Perry’s appeals for divine intervention to end his state’s drought/improve our economy/etc., the Almighty has turned a cold shoulder. Yeah, that’s right – God hates Rick Perry, and He’ll hate the rest of us too if we make him president.
Step aside, Jimmy Carter…your many misdeeds, including all those houses you’ve built for Habitat for Humanity and the almost-completed initiative to eradicate the horrifying scourge of the guinea worm have been overshadowed by the malevolent designs of our current president.
President Obama, in a an attempt to show gays & lesbians once and for all how much he hates them, yesterday held an event at the White House to ridicule and demean LGBT Pride Month. Taunting the assembled activists by refusing to make an unequivocal statement in support of legalizing gay marriage nationwide, the president went on to enumerate his many offenses against the gay community - and how they do add up. There’s the hate crimes law, named after Matthew Sheppard to diminish and exculpate the suffering he endured at the hands of homophobic bigots. There’s the executive order Obama issued prohibiting any hospital accepting Medicaid or Medicare funds from keeping gay partners from the bedsides of ill loved ones. Then there’s the end of the HIV travel ban and the first-ever national strategy for fighting HIV/AIDS. Last but not least, there are the biggest slaps to the face to the LGBT community – the repeal of DADT and his refusal to order the Justice Department to vigorously defend DOMA.
Clearly, the man is hell-bent on the destruction of our gay and lesbian friends, and must be stopped. Just watch this clip, and note the hatred emanating from his every pore:
We have no choice but to primary his black ass if he does not give in to our demands to say what we must hear if we are to believe his intentions are anything other than sinister.
Ok, enough sarcasm.
It would be funny if the rights of real people weren’t at stake.
Update 7/2: Ok, this cuts it. I was willing to overlook all of Obama’s other hateful actions against the gay community, but this…this cuts it: ”Today, the Department of Justice filed a brief in federal court employee Karen Golinski’s federal court challenge, supporting her lawsuit seeking access to equal health benefits for her wife and arguing strongly that the Defense of Marriage Act is unconstitutional in terms unparalleled in previous administration statements.“ Why won’t Obama just make a big speech about how he supports gay marriage instead of all this pussy-footing around? HUH?
I’ve been saving some of these for awhile, and this is as good a time to post them as ever:
NowareallyreallyreallyreallyreallylongstringofwordswithoutspacesbetweenbecauseWordpressis TEH SUXXOR and is shit for formatting….ahhh, that’s better. All of the above are courtesy of Hello Kitty Hell, which chronicles one brave man’s struggle against worldwide domination by the menacing mouthless feline.
And now for our main event (drumroll please)…the winner of the Homer Simpson Look-Alike Contest:
Your retinas will never be the same but…striking resemblance, don’t you think?
…I got better.
Ok, so she’s NOT a witch.
But her dad was a clown. Though he never made the Bozo Big Time – he was more like Bozo the Temp:
…he confirmed that yes, he was Bozo, but not an official, full-time certified Bozo, more of a part-time Bozo.
“To be an official Bozo, you had to go to a special school in Texas,” explained Mr. O’Donnell.
You don’t say.
On reflection, perhaps Christine’s multiple resume embellishments are perfectly understandable, what with having seen up-close and personal the damage “assistant clown” did to her father’s vitae.
Unless you live in Texas, you may yet be safe from this outfit, which is hunting down the infidel in their community. I adore that music when the page loads (is that a Fox News theme?) — especially the shot at the end.