My Congresswoman drew a moral equivalency between my words and the words of Kellyanne Conway. "I cannot believe the paper allowed this misrepresentation of fact to be published."
Nope. Facts are facts. (Unlike her assertion in that same response that this is Social Security... it's our Seniors... old folks. Sure, but it's also the younger, disabled recipients of SSI.)
She may disagree with my interpretation of her motives, but there are no misrepresentations of facts. (And while we're on the subject, I think we need a word for not-a-lie-because-I-don't-know-what's-in-her-heart-but-it's-obviously-not-a-fact.) Her handlers knew that I was in the question queue; if it were truly a Town Hall she might have engaged me in conversation once the topic of my words arose.
My words. She affronted my words. TBG says that even though corporations are people that doesn't mean my words have the same protections. So I'm left to plagiarize Dr. Seuss and The Lorax: I am the writer! I speak for the words!
I wrote from my heart, and I spoke for my town, and I channeled my family and friends who suffered then and suffer now and who cannot understand the Congresswoman's tone deaf response to this issue.
No where during the conversation did she express regret for what happened. Not once did she mention it. Not at all.
Raging beside me on the couch, TBG summed it up like this:
At the time, I was consoled by the outpouring of caring. I was surprised by the level of comfort I took from it. And it's missing here. It's as if she watched the whole thing and was untouched by it.
What do you care about if you don't care about the basic safety of your constituents?