Dear Joe the Plumber:
In a perfect world, I wouldn’t know who the hell you were. But this isn’t a perfect world – it’s early 21st century North America. The Republican Party, via John McCain, used you. You were portrayed as a “salt of the earth” type. You were held up as the very essence of what us regl’ar folk are all about.
You, in turn, used that notoriety to garner a book deal.
Now, I’m willing to bet you didn’t give yourself the moniker “Joe the Plumber”. Your name’s not even Joe – it’s Sam. But nevertheless, the world knows you as Joe the Plumber.
And that’s where I take issue.
You see, Joe, I’m married to a plumber. Good guy. Salt of the earth. Reg’lar folk.
Plumbers have a lot of stereotypes to overcome.
the low I.Q.,
the air-punching of random blocks till coins drop out.
But now, I’m afraid you’re adding a whole new stereotype into the mix: raging homophobe.
You did an interview with Christianity Today Magazine.
When asked for your thoughts on the legalization of gay marriage, you volunteered this:
“I’ve had some friends that are actually homosexual. And, I mean, they know where I stand, and they know that I wouldn’t have them anywhere near my children.”
You’re entitled to your opinion. No matter how narrow-minded and utterly devoid of intelligence it is. But here’s what I want you to do: Work harder at getting your real name out there, drop the “Plumber” from your name. And distance yourself from real, live, licensed plumbers.
Because you, sir, do not speak for all plumbers.
And I’d hate for people to think that you do.