I try so hard not to hate Republicans, but God forgive me, I do.  I just hate them.

I wake up every day starting anew, telling myself that I will not hate Republicans today.  I’ll disagree with them intellectually, but I will not hate them.  I’m semi-successful at this endeavor.  Some days I notice that it’s 8:30 a.m. and so far I have not hated Republicans.  I feel smug and sure of myself that I can go a whole day without hating Republicans.  Then I get out of bed.

By 10:30, I have talked to Sweet Jesus four or five times, asking, “What is wrong with these people?”

Indeed.

They met the night of the inauguration.  While President Barack Obama was dancing with his amazing wife, while people all over the world were celebrating that the American Dream is real – the child of a single mother, raised in middle class America, can become President of the United States of America, while African American and Hispanic mothers rejoiced that they were no longer lying when they told their children that they could become President one day, while people all over the world were trying to hope after eight years of a President even Republicans are now ashamed of   …. they met to hatch a plan to bring him down.  Not as a Party.  But as a man.

Show united and unyielding opposition to the president’s economic policies. (Eight days later, Minority Whip Cantor would hold the House Republicans to a unanimous No against Obama’s economic stimulus plan.)

They refused to even give him a chance.

Tomorrow morning, I’m gonna try one more time not to hate them.  But I doubt I’ll make it to even 8:30.  Just saying.

Thanks to Bud for the heads-up.