Friday, January 06, 2006

Neo Fascism is Phun!

Remember when you were a kid and you would go to your grandmother’s or aunt’s or some distant relative’s house and it would be close enough to your birthday or to Christmas that this relation of yours would get you a gift? But it would be some gift that was slightly off in some way? And I’m talking about beyond the normal goofy relative gifts of a weird sweater or corduroy pants, but something wacky like a collectible plate or a thimble from Czechoslovakia? I think I once got a set of garden tools.

I bring this up because my lovely Mother and step-father got my 11 year old boy “The O’Reilly Factor for Kids.” They also got him some other nice gifts as well. Nintendo DS paraphernalia and a nice game for said DS. He was very happy and appreciative. But the Factor for Kids is a bit of a head scratcher.

I rifled through it and gave a cursory glance at the book and honestly, nothing in it looks too wacky. He’s a straight shooter after all. Telling it like it is. Don’t do drugs. Think for yourself. That sort of thing. I’ll read it eventually and Lucas can certainly read it if he’s of a mind. He’s got it sitting right there by his bed. And if Lucas turns out to be a raving lunatic radical Republican, I’ll still love him, I assure you. Mostly likely one book by Bill is not going to turn the tide. After all, this is the sensitive boy who gave up fishing because he didn’t like the thought of a hook in a fish’s bottom lip. And later when he’s ready, I’ll show him what kind of person Bill O’Reilly allegedly is.

But it’s just that I kind of wonder if my Mom is trying to send me a message. “Lucas needs the Factor in his life, Jon!” or “you should be watching more of Fox News!” I think she knows that I (we) fall squarely and proudly liberal camp, notwithstanding my forays into buying stock in sleazy multinational corporations. But at the same time I kind of wonder how she would feel if I sent her a copy of Al Franken’s latest.

And I’m proud to say that I didn’t get into ANY arguments about politics while we were visiting, though there were quite a few opportunities. I feel incredibly strong about the war in Iraq (I’m against it, duh) and I think Bush 43 will go down as about the worst President we’ve had in a long time, but I left all that on the tarmac in SLC. Well, technically I carried a wee bit in my carry-on to DFW, but I got rid all of that stuff by the time we were wheels down in Jackson. I was as pleasant a house-guest as I could be and we all had a really great time. I left the arguing about politics to my 15 year old daughter. :-] Who is basically a socialist, bless her heart.

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