A different kind of tea party

I went to a tea party today. Not one with pretty china and dainty sandwiches. Unlike the original Boston tea party, the participants did not dress up like Indians (aka: native Americans). Also unlike that tea party, this was not about taxation without representation.

This tea party was outside and it was cold, really cold. So cold we could only stay an hour and hubby decided to turn the heat in the car on high to defrost us. (This is April???)

Twenty years ago I would most likely have been on the board to put together such a party. We worked a lot in politics and other organizations (as in Concerned Women For America). My son still calls me "Miss American Revolution" because of my respect for those who came before us (many of the history books on my living room shelves are about this time period).

When we were young, we used to say we were in the "most likely to be martyred" group as we were both outspoken for our faith and conservative beliefs. A chronic illness and some of life's hard knocks have left me too tired to do anything but support others, it is their turn to speak Truth.

I wondered how many would show up at our county seat. When we had to park a few blocks away, I knew there were quite a few. Then when we found ourselves walking on sidewalks with dozens and dozens of people going in the same direction, I knew there would be many. There were many... a large crowd of people that kept growing despite the cold winds.

This tea party was covered by a number of media. Cameras were everywhere. A helicopter was hovering over the crowd. I teased my husband on the way home (only half joking after that Homeland Security Report was leaked this morning) that some of the photos were to keep faces on record by the government. :)

It was about far more than taxes for us, or even government spending. Although the amount of foolish spending (especially when they don't READ what they are voting on) is beyond belief. No, for me it was standing in the cold wind and looking out, realizing this is what we saw possible twenty years ago... this is where it could lead.

I'm glad we went, if nothing else to be reminded we are not alone. There are many others who are uncertain where this country is heading.

Sigh... I think I'll re-read Atlas Shrugged soon, very soon.