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Yesterday morning at 7:30 the clan (with a “c,” libs. Don’t get excited) and I headed out to Bookends book store in the quaint town of Ridgewood, NJ. Why? Because Sean Hannity had announced on the radio he’d be signing his new book Conservative Victory. He also said he’d buy everyone doughnuts and coffee—which he did.
Even though we had arrived at the store more than a half hour before the 9:00 signing began, the line of fans was already down the street and around the corner. I took until around 10:30 to finally meet Sean, but that gave everyone on line time to converse with those around them.
Assuming Sean Hannity fans would also comprise the Tea Party movement, let me say that Keith Olbermann is right (!!!). Well, mostly. As my kids got more and more restless, I would walk with them up and down the street past the crowd of about five-six hundred, and to be sure, many of them were over 50 and white. But, where Olbermann and the leftocracy go dreadfully wrong is how they perceive and interpret these facts.
Let’s talk first about the “old people” stereotype. Why does the leftocracy consider it an insult if many Tea Partiers are at or near retirement age? These are people who worked their tails off their entire adult lives and are now worried that their government has short changed their children and grandchildren and are denying them the American Dream they obtained through their hard work. Hey Lefties, the “Don’t trust anyone over 30” thing? That got old (pun intended) by the McGovern campaign.
I was honored to be standing in line with tons of people my parents’ age. All these people are parents and are looking out for their children and everyone’s children. Or, in Rosie O’Donnell’s parlance, these were mothers and fathers.
Besides, there’s nothing more frightening than a leftist anti-[fill in the blank] rally with aging hippies with their boobs hanging down so far past their knees even Susan Sarandon would go WTF, and tattoos dripping like a Dali painting off their wrinkled skin. Despite 40 years of demonstrable proof that so much of what they fought for in the 60’s resulted in disaster upon disaster, these folks still believe wholeheartedly in their failed ideology. But you’ll never catch the Democrat-media complex insulting them as an angry mob of old people.
Certainly, it wasn’t only older people in Ridgewood. There were also young families like us, with young children in tow or in a stroller. I saw groups of teenaged girls reading Sean’s book as they waited in line. To one group of sisters I said, “Keep reading, there’s going to be a test when you meet Sean.”
Second, let’s consider the racial make-up of this line of Hannity fans. Of about six hundred fans, I counted four black people. But they seemed to be like that black guy who humiliated Norah O’Donnell on NBC news when he answered in the negative the question, “Don’t you feel uncomfortable being around all these white people???” They didn’t look uncomfortable at all, neither did anyone surrounding them. In fact, given the friendly atmosphere of the crowd, I walked right up to one black man in his 50’s and missing several teeth and said jokingly, “What are you doing here? Don’t you know you’re an Uncle Tom or some other offensive name they call you?” The man chuckled, shook my hand, and answered, “I’ve done more for America than that whole Democratic Party!”
There was another thing about all these whiiiite people: They weren’t really white, meaning they weren’t all WASPy “reckneck” whites. Almost everyone I spoke to on line were first- or second-generation non-black immigrants. The man behind us was a chess champion who came to the U.S. from Ukraine in 1977. A Jewish man, having raised his family in New York City and north Jersey, he now has two grandchildren and is scared to death about their future. Who better to evaluate the condition of this government than a former citizen of the Soviet Union!
The woman in front of us was from northern Greece. Having just turned 65, she was full of piss and vinegar and actually got Sean to agree to let her kiss him on the cheek while someone took her picture! Her fear about the direction of this country was the same as the Ukrainian’s. While we were on line, she related to us the day she she became an American citizen (yes, imagine that, she was a legal alien!), which occurred decades ago, but she never forgot it.
Third, the couple in front of her was in their 70’s. The husband was Turkish, so he was more olive-skinned than white.
Finally, while my wife and kids stood on the line to meet Sean, I had to get onto a separate line to purchase the book, and pick up some of Sean’s complimentary doughnuts and coffee. Directly behind me was a Hispanic man in his 50’s who grew up in the Bronx, in the same neighboorhood as my mother and mother-in-law. The gentleman in front of me was also probably in his 50’s and appeared to be from Southeast Asia (Vietnam? Laos? Phillipines?). When we weren’t chatting, he spend the time on line taking pictures of the apple blossoms on the trees lining the sidewalk.
This was the most heart-warming aspect of the entire crowd: That there were so many first- and second-generation immigrants on line to meet Sean Hannity and support the 2010 conservative comeback. These people know what it was like coming to America from their homeland, and they know that it is under attack from the radical government that currently control it. No doubt the Tea Parties are the same, maybe not everywhere, but definitely in multicultural New Jersey. But Olbermann and the leftocracy would have you believe that we’re just a bunch of racist whiiite people pissed off that there’s a black man in the White House. Whatever.
Like I said, it was a friendly atmosphere. I passed out business cards with VM’s URL on it while announcing in my best Levin voice, “Who wants free government cheese?”
Meeting Sean was exhilerating, but quick. All there was time for was for him to sign my two books, shake my hand, pat my young son on the head, and respond in kind to my “You’re a great American.” His handlers let my wife snap a picture, and sent us on our way. Sean had to have met 400 people before me that morning, so I don’t begrudge being rushed.
All in all, yesterday was a great day to be an American, and to be among great Americans.
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