As I meander through the blogosphere this election season, the truly prodigious profile of Tiny Tim keeps popping into my mind. His signature ditty, sung in that manly falsetto, warbles through my brain, “Tiptoe through the tulips…”
Why is Tiny Tim occupying valuable real estate in my brain? Why?
I am oh-so-carefully tiptoeing through WordPress nowadays. I pop into a blog, see the political bile spewing forth, and tiptoe out… vewy, vewy carefuwwy. I’m paying extra attention to where every dainty toe lands. Tiptoe through the minefield…
It seems that many bloggers missed my post from a few months ago, Dear Political Opponent, subtitled “Why can’t we all just get along?” Maybe my message was too subtle. That must be it, because it is getting nastier and nastier right down in here and I don’t mean maybe.
There’s more of an effort made to see the other guy’s point of view if he’s living in Gitmo, than if he’s a member of an opposing political party.
People! People! Your mommas taught you to behave better than this. K-N-O-C-K I-T O-F-F!
I love y’all, but I’m afraid to come visit some folks. The political pit bull tied up by your front door is snarling, lunging and trying to tear my throat out. Can you toss him a Shih Tzu to gnaw on and put him in the doghouse for a little rest? Then we can share a laugh or two, and maybe some punch and cookies.
Repeat after me:
And don’t give me any crap about the God part – you don’t have to hit your knees if you don’t want to.