On Nov. 26, 2012, liberal radio host Mike Malloy broadcast the following:
“These tea bag bastards who by the way, I just wish they would all just go away – or, like in Passover, I just wish there was an angel of the Lord that would pass over – instead of killing the firstborn in all the households of Egypt just wipe out all the tea baggers. Just, you know, the terrible swift sword, just [Mike makes exaggerated ‘swishing’ sounds] – lop their heads off!”
Dear Mike Malloy: Ah, your tongue pierces and you misnamed me. Mine is the tea party, not the tea baggers. But enough chatter – with whom shall we begin? Let’s start with my husband, an Army heart surgeon of 20 years who saved U.S. soldiers and Iraqi insurgents in Baghdad, treating all men as precious. Your own sword might be too weak to kill him, as he is a warrior who fought for your freedom.
Perhaps you’d prefer the head of our 21-year-old son, who is studying at West Point. His dream is to serve as a diplomat in the Middle East. Would you watch his blood spill over the Arabic word he wrote on Friday, friend, whose root is truth? These may well be foreign words to you.
Three slicing sounds means you’d surely hope for the death of our 19-year-old, studying in Europe, who is brilliant in technology and politics. Yes, you must destroy him before he can run against your party in the next election. Our 16-year-old plans to be a nurse in Africa. You must get rid of her quickly; she will be of no use to your agenda of destruction as her plans are for the least, who have nothing you can distort.
Our biracial 10-year-old, who sees God as the color medium brown standing in the center of all races, would be an easy target as he loves and trusts everyone. There is also our 7-year-old Mexican child – would you like to see her die? I wept beside her hospital bed when a deadly virus tried to seize her. She is a survivor. Would you explain to her birth mother your reason for planning her death?
Our 5-year-old spent two and a half years of his life in an orphanage. His first months here were excruciating days of tears and screaming. Teaching kindness and compassion requires love – you would do well to sit in my classroom. Killing him would be a strange victory as his battle for life was laced with miracles undeniable. Destroying our 4-year-old Guatemalan by blade or any sibling around him would be difficult as he is tough as nails and a fierce protector. Slicing up our other 4-year-old would be simple, as love and trust is her way of interacting after living her first 16 months in a crib in an Ethiopian orphanage.
But who am I kidding? You mostly wish death on me! For I stand peacefully with signs and flags for each member of my household. It is I who homeschool them, teaching them respect of our forefathers and thankfulness for freedom and the difference between liberty and tyranny. Yet you do not attempt to murder me yourself, do you? Yours is a cowardly request; you ask the Mighty God I serve to kill all 10 of us. His Son, the Passover Lamb, was also brutally killed in his innocence. You wish my death and coerce others to think as your corrupted mind commands, but the influence of my quiet life lived lovingly in truth will never die.
The Creator of whom you spoke will be the judge of each of us. His, not ours, is the final word.
An anonymous tea-party WND reader, whose death you desire