For heaven’s sake, our country’s at stake

Look at the American Evangelicals calling other Evangelicals … what, less pious?  This politically conservative voting bloc had been staunch supporters of President Donald Trump (or anyone who crowned himself a Republican).  The Party distinction had been first and foremost before touting their choice of president.  But a rift of sorts has split … what, extreme Evangelicals from progressive Evangelicals?  Two conservative Christian publications recently announced their fading support or maintained support of Trump regarding his impeachment.  Christianity Today and Christian Times are seemingly in a battle for the souls of Evangelical readers or just plain Evangelical Christians.

They used to be known as the Moral Majority back in the Revs. Jerry Falwell and Pat Robertson days of anti-gay and pro-Reagan preaching.  That would have started in the late 1970s.  However, given the era’s motto ‘Do your own thing,’ no one really questioned millions of American Christians calling themselves ‘moral.’  No one saw the … what, hypocrisy in calling themselves moral?  Prior to the Reagan Christian era, Americans had gone through some wild times to escape the drug haze of the ’60s.  The ’70s was ripe for a wide range of spiritual seekers: from Jesus Freaks to the Born Again movement.  Even President Jimmy Carter, a Baptist, called himself a Born Again Christian.

There were religious cults, too, like Jim Jones, the Children of God, Rev. Moon and the Moonies, the Hare Krishnas, and fundamentalist Mormon sects.  Even Baptists were splitting as some churches were starting to pray in tongues while others believed this impossible if not unnecessary in modern Christian times.  But the Moral Majority had one thing going for it: They sought and gained political power.  They were clean-cut people who appeared to have their priorities straight: God, family, country and community.  They were often middle- to upper-middle class with many blessed in various stages of wealth.  They were church-going, Bible-believing, End-Times preaching, tongue-talking … I’m joking about that last description.  The Moral Majority as a political movement didn’t believe in such things.  But politically they embraced Pentecostals who do believe in theory and practice.  Along with the Moral Majority’s reach into politics came social causes, the loudest of which was anti-abortion.  These would be the people who for a couple of decades protested outside public women’s health clinics, where everyone knew abortions were performed, until doctors were shot and killed, and today there are virtually no public women’s health clinics known among the general population.

The Moral Majority was about power.  They wanted everyone else to believe just like they do, and dissent would not be tolerated.  The opposite of moral, mind you, is immoral.

A new morality

Then something unexpected happened that would change the Moral Majority, pushing its once mighty power back into a footnote in American history.  The children of the Moral Majority wanted more than just staid church music and rigid structure.  Somewhere along the line, conservative Christianity changed: allowing more contemporary, rock and even rap music in services, concerts and Christian radio; praise dancing; raised arms and spoken prayers by everyone in the congregation.  Teens of the movement would not sit still during the Power music to quietly contemplate the power of God.  Enthusiastically they jumped up and down with excitement when the music was fast, raised arms to commune with heaven during ballads, sang along and openly wept with the words that touched their hearts and souls.  They were young and free and wanted to feel God’s love, grace and mercy.  And in so doing and so thinking, their views changed.  Their generation would not remain judgmental toward gays as many churches started to welcome them.  Their generation would not condemn mixed race unions or marriage.  They would sport tattoos of biblical scriptures or symbols.  They would look and dress like any young person of their generation.  And when they were of age, they would drink a little beer or wine as sin was reconsidered and up for debate.     

The word ‘evangelical’ used to denote devout Christians who spread the word of Jesus throughout the world, you know, like evangelist preachers.  But in modern times, Evangelical describes someone who is a right-wing political conservative rather than a person who cares for the widows and orphans or anyone else who may be downtrodden or disenfranchised and is in need of a hot meal and bed for the night.

Whoah!  What do I know about biblical teachings?  Well, the two topics near and dear to me have always been politics and religion.  Call me a glutton for punishment or banishment or condemnation.  I don’t want to fight and argue about either, just to understand and make decisions for myself.  All of it is enlightening. If I were to change the public education system, I would include a course on world religion, especially in this day and age.

Americans believe in religion and politics.  The mixing of the two is where we can and have gone astray.  But what everyone should remember about religion, especially Christianity, is how many churches there are across the American landscape—denominations built on different teachings and interpretations over the scriptures and even the words of Jesus Christ.  So how did anyone think mixing religion with politics would possibly work?  Not in this country.  It’s impossible … and un-American when you think about it.

Impeachment. Again?!

I can’t believe I’m having to live through my third impeachment.  I know Republicans.  Nixon was not impeached.  Well, to an 11-year-old who only wanted to watch TV during the long hot Texas summers of 1973 and ’74, it seemed like he was already impeached.  And, my poor mother the teacher!  Oh how she rued the daily interruptions, two whole summers of monotonous day-long congressional inquiries carried on all three networks.  The whole boring mess left her unable to catch up on her favorite soap operas.  Those were the days.  Bored out of her mind, she often took my brother and me to spend afternoons at the city swimming pool or go to amusement parks.  Mom would read romance novels while catching a glimpse of us every so often.    

Fast forward to the Clinton impeachment of 1998-99, which was brief yet seemed just as long and even more intense with 24-hour news and the internet months before and analyses after.  But the salacious scandal had sex, so no one was bored, maybe a little queasy.

And now for a good year if not longer, the mass media has done nothing but blast the Trump investigations and congressional impeachment hearings ad nauseam.

It’s just too much to bear for a middle-aged American let alone the seniors among us.

Russia, if yer listenin’

I knew when candidate Donald J. Trump asked Russia to hack into the emails of his rival Secretary of State Hillary Clinton … he would be impeached if ever elected U.S. President.  My jaw dropped upon hearing the words spoken at a campaign rally, amplified by microphones and videotaped for posterity by the mass media.  He thought he could run a nation, a democratic country, like he did his business: cut throat competition, finding dirt on competitors, paying off people to stay silent, survival of the fittest, constant firings, loyalty oaths.  All brass and crass.

This is precisely why I think a businessman is not the best candidate for U.S. President.  I seek a candidate who’s actually run a government whether federal, state or city.  I also trust a candidate with a law degree and who has practiced law.  They know more about the law and understand the law and respect the law better than lay people.  Military background is good in this day and age.  But high intelligence and well roundedness is what I ultimately seek in a presidential candidate.  Running a modern nation, by far the strongest in the Free World, is not like running a business.  In fact, communism is more like running a business.  The leaders have ways of dealing with the weakest.  Trust no one. People are for the good of the nation not the nation for the benefit of the people.  In communism and business, the mission is survival of the entity, and the people, the workers, be damned.

Trump and his die-hard supporters appear to be unfazed by the looming impeachment trial.  That is because the Republicans in the U.S. Senate are lockstep behind the president.  Their anti-impeachment blather, however, has been used by Republicans and heard by the American people before, during Watergate.  The media is the enemy of the people.  The media has brainwashed the public against the president.  It’s a witch hunt.  It’s a coup to overturn the previous election.

It all ended when Nixon resigned rather than face impeachment and a public trial.  He had accepted word from the Senate that the majority of his party and the people no longer supported him.  The following election found many Nixon Republicans losing another term, and a lot of Democrats were sent to Washington to get busy doing the nation’s work, a nation of people with human needs.

What goes around comes around

Fast forward to Clinton, who did not resign but instead faced the impeachment trial, allowing himself as Executive to be judged by the co-equally powerful Legislature.  He was slick, though, and in the end was not removed from office over lying about an affair and trying to cover it up during a federal investigation.

And who’s the wiser?  Nixon laid low for a long while, and comedians like Rich Little dropped their impressions of “I’m not a crook” while waving two-handed peace signs (it was actually the V for Victory sign, I would learn decades later) to audience laughter.  Nixon returned to handling global affairs even at the request of President Clinton.  And Clinton left office with high approval ratings, wrote a tome of his life story to explain his motivations and all-too-human short comings, even approved an entire wing of his presidential library to present and explain the scandal and his impeachment.  Even his former lover Monica Lewinsky has come out of hiding from the public after 20 years, now over 40 and claiming she made the mistake of falling in love with her boss, a married man and popular Leader of the Free World, and that she was just too naïve back then to fully understand the consequences and repercussions.

Living history is funny to watch sometimes.  Having lived through near-impeachment and impeachment and the aftermath of both, I look forward to the day when all Americans can be light hearted and rational when discussing the Trump impeachment trial—shortest one in modern history, we are promised.  I have faith that as Americans we will again return to our collective purpose: being one nation under God indivisible with liberty and justice for all. 

How does a marriage of political division work? Knowing what and who’s more important.

Today is my husband’s and my wedding anniversary.  Eighteen years now.  Thank you!  What makes it last?  Love, after all these many years of shared ups and downs, I suppose.  And dogged determination to just hang in there … week after week, month after month, year after year, decade after dec—well, we’re not there yet.  And then there’s our mutual laziness.  Despite arguments and disagreements, we don’t have the energy to actually d-i-v-o-r-c-e.  I suppose we stick together because we’ve grown to respect each other, put up with the other’s faults and flaws.  Each of us is very aware that nobody in this world is perfect.  So we’ve remained married to one another.

Some of you may recall my first Texas Tart blog about my marriage, how my husband and I are as divided politically as our nation.  In fact, I started this blog of political humor and social commentary after the 2016 presidential election.  I figured we would be living in interesting times, and I wanted to write and laugh about it every week or so.  You may wonder how the past three years of political rancor and turmoil have affected our marriage, my husband Mr. Republican and me the bleeding heart liberal Democrat.  Well, let me tell you.  It has been extremely hard … on both of us.  I’d say more on me than him.  I mean, my gal didn’t win the presidency.  But I’ve lived through Republican administrations before yet nuttin’ like this.  The divisiveness has taken an almost evil turn, as if there are political foes chompin’ at the bit to declare all-out civil war.  A civil war between Republicans and Democrats, shootin’ people who don’t believe the way you do?  How crazy would that be?  As we’ve seen during the present administration, there are some crazy people in America, some holding great power and more concerning controlling the money.

From Bush to Obama

When we first married in December 2001, George W. Bush was President, 9/11 was our nation’s tragic sorrow along with psyching up for a long war on the other side of the world, and at home millions of layoffs were taking place.  It was hard times for me and Doo, er, I mean my husband.  We’d been married only a couple months when he was depressed about the economy, wondering how were we gonna manage to pay the rent.  In a tender moment of embrace, I softly mentioned how this kind of thing happens whenever a Republican is in office … and wop!  He didn’t hit me, just firmly reminded me to whom I was talking.  I thought I was trying to comfort my distraught spouse who was down on his luck.  But no, I was scolded for dragging politics, his politics, into bad economic times.  Huh?  Way before I had married, I believed recessions occur during Republican administrations.  Has to do with being tight with the tax money. So my words slipped out while trying to think of an optimistic future (when a Democrat is in charge again).

Ever since when it comes to making this marriage work, I’ve watched my words about a Republican president, not to mention a Republican governor and legislators federal and state, even mayors.  Through the years when it comes to political discussion between us, I still call it like I see it.  He can handle a sardonic tone.  It’s one of the things we have in common, a dry sense of humor, me more on than he, but he’s a great audience.  During the election between Bush and John Kerry, my husband exuberantly left for work on Election Day but not before returning to advise me to “Vote Republican.”  I laughed out the door. Imagine me voting for a Republican president.  I couldn’t wait to press the buttons for Kerry and anyone who would work toward ending those stupid forever wars and restoring faith from the American people instead of calling French fries Freedom fries and scaring everyone with daily color codes to announce the national terrorist threat level.

Well, my guy didn’t win. Nothing I haven’t dealt with and lived through before, four more years of a Republican administration. Then came the John McCain and Barack Obama election. Late that election night after I’d fallen asleep before the final results, my husband walked into the bedroom to announce soberly Obama had won. I was overjoyed because I didn’t think he’d win.  Finally, I thought to myself with a giddy smile, there is a God.  It’s the same thing Republicans say when they win, isn’t it?

It was a joy living through the Obama years.  In my opinion, the guy made very few mistakes.  Then again, I’m a singer in the choir when it comes to my party.  But my husband … he was like everyone else I know: relatives, majority of friends, co-workers.  Sore losers, maybe, but they did not like anything Obama said or did.  But funding perpetual wars was over.  One war ended.  Year after year, slowly but surely, the economy did get better.  Even the unemployment rate dropped remarkably low. And tens of millions of Americans were insured through expanded Medicaid, which opponents facetiously dubbed Obamacare.  Obama was not just popular among the majority of Americans and people the world over, he was a super star.  Among Democrats, he was beloved.  In 2016 that half of the nation who didn’t like President Obama for whatever reason along with Democratic policies got together and turned our country back to whatever they thought it should be.   

Seriously?

The night Donald Trump was elected President, my husband was as happy as I’d ever seen him.  He still is.  His man in Washington is A-OK, and there are a lot of Americans who feel exactly the same way.  Trust me down here in Texas.  I … I try to deal with it best I can.  But, um, it’s soooo hard.  It’s like living in American Bizarro World.  All I can think is this must be how half the country felt during the Obama years.  They thought everything he did was so awful.  We’ve pulled ourselves to the extremes politically when we used to get along. The reason Americans got along throughout all the previous Presidential administrations, save Nixon, was we never took our politics all that seriously, more important than our families and the people we love and respect and have known all our lives.

A politically mixed marriage is nothing new in America.  What are the odds of finding a mate who thinks and believes exactly like you do?  When you find someone who thinks politically opposite, that calls for maturity and emotional strength, of knowing thyself.  It calls for being open minded enough to understand the other’s points, even change your own opinions, and we both have.  There are a lot of issues that can break up a marriage, but ‘he’s a Republican and I’m a Democrat’ would be an awfully silly one.  Marriage betwixt the two can be hard for the self-proclaimed politically passionate (and we have that in common, too), but it’s not impossible.    

A long time ago, I wrote a newspaper column lamenting being one of the few known Democrats in a small Texas town.  I idealized the 1970s when, I thought, it was cool to be liberal.  After reading it, a wise old man dropped by the newspaper office to set me straight. “It has never been cool to be a liberal,” he implored. What did I know? I was just a kid in the ’70s, influenced by TV shows like “MASH” and “Donahue” and movies like “Saturday Night Fever,” hard rock lyrics, keep-the-party-going disco, and the scuzzy branding of major U.S. cities like New York.  Do your own thing was a national motto.  From what I recall, some people took the times and all the freedom too far while the rest never lost their scruples and worked together to improve our world.

When I learned that being liberal is not the comfortable path of conformity with patriotic American clichés; not the road of the masses who believe a universal moral right and wrong with no gray ambiguity found in the human condition; not the group in which everyone looks just like me with not much tolerance for other cultures and religions—that was all I needed to know.  Alone or not, I would be a Democrat for life, even in Texas. I like being the underdog, fighting for the disenfranchised.  A mixed marriage of sorts was bound to be in my future. After all these years, I’ve come to understand my husband’s stance to make American great again, though I disagree with the premise. And I could be wrong, but by now I think he secretly admires my sincerity, no matter how terribly wrong he sees my politics.