Being Green, Unsubscribing, and an ode to my fellow Gauchos

Dear Democratic Congressional Campaign Committee,

The year Bill Clinton first ran for President, I was 16. Well in reality, he likely started campaigning when I was 15.  I was enamored. I still am.  When I turned 18, I registered as a Democrat and proudly voted him back into office when I was 20.  If he could run today, I’d probably still vote for him, but I’ll take Hillary in 2016 if it comes to it and no one else is running that I care for.  I thought I would be a Democrat for life, but a few weeks ago I lost my license and had to re-register to vote.  I actually found my license in a pair of pants less than a week after I went to the DMV, but the point I want to make here is when I re-registered, I did so with the Green Party — and I want to tell you one of the reasons why.

I get a ridiculous amount of emails daily. Mostly, they are from organizations, stores, discount sites, etc. that I once wanted updates from, but that I no longer care about or need (did I ever?). So I slowly have been hitting the unsubscribe button. Friday, I received yet another email from the Democratic Congressional Campaign Committee asking me for money for one reason or another.  On occasion, I’ll open them because I hope that there might be something interesting inside, but more often than not there isn’t.  Moreover, I’d noticed lately that the e-mail subject lines were getting increasingly sensational…words like “STAGGERING”, “URGENT”, “DOOMED” (and yes, all in CAPS) were used repeatedly, but the contents of the emails were not any of those things. It’s like the news outlets calling every story “breaking news” when 98% of those news stories don’t actually deserve that title.

The straw that broke the camel’s back arrived in my inbox on Friday and it was entitled “HORRIFYING”.  I thought to myself, wow, did a Democratic Congressperson pass away?  Did Roe v. Wade get overturned?  Are we being invaded? Nope. None of those things happened. You just wanted to tell me that Republicans had spent half a billion dollars on anti-Obamacare ads (because that news of course was “breaking”, except …it isn’t), and to scare me into thinking that my $5 would help you hit your daily fundraising goal, and thus ensure winning a Democratic majority in November. You know what DCCC? I call bullshit.

Merriam-Webster defines horrifying as causing fear, extremely disturbing or repellent. Synonyms include macabre, monstrous, spine-chilling, dreadful and horrendous.  First of all, not one bit of the contents of your email can be described as such.  Perhaps your copy writers need a dictionary and a thesaurus by their keyboard to ensure they are using the correct wording. Second of all, if everything is described as tragic, staggering, urgent and doomed, then those words lose all meaning.  Say the truth. The Dems have SUCKED lately and no amount of money I give will help that.  Me giving you that money would be me giving it away. At least admit that you’re not doing your job properly and maybe I’ll feel a little pity, but I still won’t be giving you my hard-earned money that’s for sure.

Thirdly, let me tell you what IS horrifying.  Narcissism.  Entitlement.  Misogyny. Mental illness left to fester until it’s too late. Lives cut short because of all of the above. The feeling I get when I think of the last moments of the people who were murdered this weekend in Santa Barbara (and Belgium for that matter) for no other reason than being themselves and in the wrong place at the wrong time.  The feeling I get when I think that 20 years ago when I was a Gaucho attending UCSB, it could have been me in Isla Vista walking to get a sandwich or a coffee, being victimized by a psychotic mass murderer. The feeling I get when I think that 15 years from now, my own child will be away at college and I won’t be able to protect her from the appalling, dreadful and gruesome people in this world, and worse that I might not be able to do that even now. Do you get it now?

I’m grateful for the ride Dems, but I’m getting out of the car. Maybe when you wake up and realize what horrifying truly is, I’ll go for another spin, but for now, I’m out.


The newest member of the Green Party

By Joy

I'm 42, a remarried mom of an 8 year old girl and a toddler son, a teacher, and a writer. People tell me I tend to be brutally honest and ...tell it like it is, so I had hoped to use this outlet to keep me sane while I got used to my new life as a stay-at-home Mom back when I was home with my worked. And it's been therapeutic through the end of a marriage and the emergence of me...


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