The Atlanta TEA Party was excellent – and well worth the trip in a crowded train down to the State House. The setting was perfect out in front of the Gold Dome, the guest speakers were fired up, the crowd was fired up and Sean Hannity had his show right down front. The guest speakers talked about the runaway spending, the sprint toward Socialism our current Congress and White House are trying to put over on us, the need for a smaller government, less regulation, saving our country, getting back to the Constitution – and more FREEDOM! From what I’ve been able to see on the ridiculously off-base coverage in the media it was much the same across the country – Atlanta was simply on a larger scale.
There were several observations I had on my trek that made me proud of Americans and how we are trying to be heard. Let me explain.
The ride in on the MARTA train was where I first realized there was something special going on here. The train – at seven-thirty in the evening – was full like it normally is in the mornings during rush hour heading into the city. There was a festive mood among my fellow passengers, people in their red shirts to represent the ‘red ink’ the country is diving into, patriotic slogans everywhere and posters with some well-thought-out messages. These people put some time into those posters. Yet we were looking at a different kind of group than what I was used to seeing associated with protests. These looked like mothers and fathers and grandparents, kids with their parents and groups heading out to the park. It was a festival instead of a protest. They were all in the same boat I was, it was their first protest. There’s nothing like novice protesters on their way to their first protest.
It was when I got to the city and ran into the crowd that the mood changed. Suddenly there were chants of, “USA, USA, USA!” I thought I was at the Olympics or the Braves game. These people were serious about sending a message to Washington and they were vocal about getting it out. At the same time they were orderly and well mannered in their approach. They were there to get the message out, be there to support each other as Americans and leave it out there on the street. Yet, there was a resolve to all of us. This was not a ‘one-time event.’ We’re not done. We’ve only just begun.
The media people from the mainstream collection of fools may refuse to do their jobs and report on the event, but the people out there were serious about what they had to say. The media can only hide it for so long before Washington will get the point – either listen and change your ways or you WILL be fired in eighteen months.
It was a great night to be an American.
There were several observations I had on my trek that made me proud of Americans and how we are trying to be heard. Let me explain.
The ride in on the MARTA train was where I first realized there was something special going on here. The train – at seven-thirty in the evening – was full like it normally is in the mornings during rush hour heading into the city. There was a festive mood among my fellow passengers, people in their red shirts to represent the ‘red ink’ the country is diving into, patriotic slogans everywhere and posters with some well-thought-out messages. These people put some time into those posters. Yet we were looking at a different kind of group than what I was used to seeing associated with protests. These looked like mothers and fathers and grandparents, kids with their parents and groups heading out to the park. It was a festival instead of a protest. They were all in the same boat I was, it was their first protest. There’s nothing like novice protesters on their way to their first protest.
It was when I got to the city and ran into the crowd that the mood changed. Suddenly there were chants of, “USA, USA, USA!” I thought I was at the Olympics or the Braves game. These people were serious about sending a message to Washington and they were vocal about getting it out. At the same time they were orderly and well mannered in their approach. They were there to get the message out, be there to support each other as Americans and leave it out there on the street. Yet, there was a resolve to all of us. This was not a ‘one-time event.’ We’re not done. We’ve only just begun.
The media people from the mainstream collection of fools may refuse to do their jobs and report on the event, but the people out there were serious about what they had to say. The media can only hide it for so long before Washington will get the point – either listen and change your ways or you WILL be fired in eighteen months.
It was a great night to be an American.
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