Now I am no Dixie Chicks fan. At a former job, I worked in a call center, doing analytics and reporting. I sat in a cube out with the callers. To improve morale, they played music over the PA system. The guy who played the music went on vacation and for 2 weeks hear the same 30 songs for 8 hours a day, 5 days a week. One of them was A Dixie Chicks song, something about running. When I hear it now, I am temped to jam an ice pick into my skull. Anything to make it stop. Needless to say, not good for morale.
That said, what happened to them was amazing, and I kind of like how they handled it. The death threats, the publishing the address, the boycotts remind us how vicious the enemy is. They have been proven wrong at every turn, and many are slinking away from Mr. 31%. On some level, I am happy. These are voters and the most importing thing is insuring the republican taliban never wins another election. But on another level, I am pissed. Their noses have not been rubbed in it enough. There has not been enough gloating. People need to go to jail for treason. People need to lose their jobs. Those DJs who wouldn’t play the Dixie Chicks in 2003, should be unemployed today.
We must always remember what they did to our country. They should never be allowed to forget it. No republican should ever get to stop apologizing.