Wow. Our experiment is off to a great start—let's see if we can finish it off sooner than expected.
I was so stoked about Organizing for America's Office Visit for Health Care Reform, I signed up for the first available appointment. Too bad it sucked.
In case you somehow missed the email, Organizing for America—the vestigial remnants of President Obama's massive net-roots organization—is SPAMing the flock to visit their senators during the August recess in support of health care reform. The plan is geniusly sticky and simple. You click the link, pick a time you'd like to visit, and print out a map to your senator's local office, plus a two-page form to record your visit, and viola, CHANGE. It isn't supposed to be a violently disruptive town-hall meeting, just a group of average, level-headed Americans putting democracy into action through basic civic engagement. Totally rad. Even better, tens of thousands of other people had already signed up to do the same thing, according to Organizing for America. The prospect had me genuinely excited, which is rare for me.
In general, I do my best to avoid overt displays of political activism. But health care reform was my one big issue, the one I was ready to man the trenches for. When I was eight, the day I was supposed to start 3rd grade, I was struck by a rare illness that left me paralyzed from the waist down. That was September 1994, the same month that President Clinton's ambitious healthcare plan gasped it's last breath and died, crushed by reactionary fearmongering, red-baiting, and corporate-sponsored insanity. I'm 23 now, and the current debate feels like deja vu.