TM NOTE: This is a diary authored by reader Lake Lady that is posted “In the News”. It covers Sen. McCaskill’s recent town hall. This evening the Senator was on “The O’Reilly Factor” saying the same thing Lake Lake describes below. As an aside, I was born and raised in Missouri, so it’s interesting to see a Democratic senator from that very purple state try to navigate the health care quagmire, amidst very organized efforts to marginalize its importance. Sen. McCaskill, opining about respecting the crowd, while also saying it was grass roots, chooses to ignore the political realities of what we’re all facing, which Lake Lady describes very well. It’s tough being a Democratic senator right now, especially in Missouri, if you want to keep being a senator. McCaskill obviously knows how to do the dance. That’s not necessarily a bad thing, because I’ve seen what comes out of Missouri, having watched politics there since I was a kid, as my big brother was a politician there back then (and has spoken to McCaskill, as he’s a long-time resident of Missouri). McCaskill is a vast improvement from the usual Missouri fare. See Kit Bond.
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Postcard from the Edge of Insanity – Hillsboro MO., Claire McCaskill’s townhall.
As I drove down the brand new, divided highway leading to Hillsboro, I reflected on the fact that my smooth ride was due to it being the county seat of my blue county. I did not know what to expect having been to so many tame Democratic events in this town.
I was pleased to see police presence as they guided us into the Community College where the event was to be held. Traffic slowed and I could read all the “anti” posters; anti-abortion, anti-global warming, anti-healthcare reform, you get the picture.
I parked next to a van with a big sign advertising the website for the St.Louis chapter of Teabaggers. I grabbed my placard, “Civility is a sign of Intelligence”, and walked behind the parked cars, reading their bumper stickers, wondering who was going to be inside?
The campus security was cheerful enough for the day’s work, chatty as people walked by. Judging the people I was walking with I could have been heading for a revival.
Outside the field house more police and the usual suspects holding “anti” posters. There were some funny pro healthcare posters, saying things like, “Keep Your Government Hands off My Medicare”. I wondered if the irony would be lost on this crowd?
I was among the last allowed inside. I did not want to end up in front. I wanted to be close to an exit. I was right.
Luckily, there was a group of local Democratic elected officials, party people and organizers I knew who had the same idea I did and were sitting in the bleachers close to the exit. I joined them. They were all kind of rolling their eyes, wondering what was going to happen.
Out of a crowd of 2,500 hundred people, we were outnumbered three to one.
It was appropriate for this to be held in a field house because the crowd was spoiling for some blood sport.You could feel it in the air.
Claire opened with some smart tactics. She had a minister give a prayer and she asked her mother,a real character beloved by Dems, to say a word.
She asked vets to stand, a fair number stood. She assured everyone she intended to be fair and pointed to her two fish bowls full of questions. She had a perfect lesson plan but she did not get the chance to teach.
The crowd was already restless, spoiling, and when she asked for a show of hands, for the people who where there because they were against any healthcare reform what so ever, they roared as hundreds of hands shot up.
She chose two women with their hands in the air to come up and pull out the questions from the fishbowels. Great! There went any chance of a progressive question being asked!
She sweet talked, she used her mother voice,she even used her high school principal voice a couple of times. (Never her prosecutor or state auditor voice.) It did not matter.
They booed, they hissed, we shushed, they called out insults or Rush lines. One man standing next to the bleachers holding a, “Don’t Tread on Me” flag kept yelling out, “liar!” every time she spoke. Finally, I snapped and called out to him “pipe down”, he screwed up his face and spit at me to “shut-up”. A guy sitting behind me in the bleachers was about eye level with him. He put his face about two inches away and said, “Hey buddy, f*** you!” They started this, ‘ya wanna take it outside’ thing and a couple of sheriff’s deputies materialized out of nowhere and calmed everyone down. I thanked the guy behind me on my way out.
These people were haters. They hated McCaskill. They hated Obama. They hated the government. They never voted for her or any other Democrat. They were a combination Teabaggers, Rethuglicans, garden variety wingnuts and people driven there by their poisonous preachers who think Obama is the antichrist. The people who actually lived in Jefferson County probably fell into the last category. They were anti-science, anti taxes, ignorant, misinformed to a ludicrous degree. Nothing, anyway resembling democracy was taking place.
In her appearance on, “Morning Joe” this morning, Senator McCaskill was chipper, blathering on about being proud to be a part of democracy.
Since then she has tweeted that when she reviewed a film of the townhall, she realized that she may have been a little condescending (the few times she did make a point that shut them up for a split second) at times, and she was sorry for that.
Appeasement of people who hate her.
I am very depressed.
At one point we noticed a camera bag sitting by itself in the middle of an empty space on the gym floor. A few of us moseyed out the exit and hung around outside for awhile. When we went back in the police had a sniffer dog in that spot. I was grateful that they had been prepared. I guess it belonged to the gang of press. Nothing came of it.
I am willing to walk my talk but I am not willing to lose my legs.
That is the way it went.
This diary has been edited, but not for content, with YouTube added.