The time has come for the truth. No more lies. No more crocodile tears from a man who sets up a humanitarian crisis, and yes, there is one at the border, one of his own making, and now another one building as people are beginning to go without that very much needed paycheck. But these crises are of Trump's own making, the creation of the Demented One. That is like the person who killed his parents and then threw himself on the mercy of the court based on the claim that he is an orphan. See, one cannot always get the cake, eat it and then demand to know who stole it and then get another piece to soothe him. Uh uh.
Last night it was distinct pleasure to see the Capitol Steps and the audience was roaring. They poked fun at all, but mainly at you know who and his minions. But probably the biggest moment of applause was when a skit that is done year after year was performed again to a dead silent auditorium who knew what was coming but who watched with bated breath An immigrant was being hassled by an officer and finally said that he would show his papers, that he, the immigrant, was allowed to be here. Underneath his blanket he revealed a deerskin set of Native American clothing and the audience roared. Why? This is a repeated skit year after year, so why the huge reaction to the positive?
The audience was composed mainly of senior citizens, as we are a CV. True, there were younger visitors, but mainly seniors. A good many of them were immigrants themselves, coming as adults or children with immigrant parents. They know in their very bones what it meant and what it should mean to be welcomed to this country, to look upon it as a place of safety, a haven, a place of hope. My grandparents were immigrants, coming as young adults, actually as teens, by themselves, to build a better life, to start a new family line away from the murderous prejudice of Europe. From these two kids came generations of doctors, lawyers, accountants, soldiers, social workers, thinkers, teachers, writers, techie people, artists and the list will hopefully continue and expand - generations of loyal and thankful Americans.
Now people of a different color, of different physical appearance, fleeing from gangs, from threats, from political violence, from poverty that allows no hope, are coming. Why can they not come in? Why can they not remain here, filling roles in society? It is a crock that they are taking jobs away from "Americans". It is a lie that they are criminals of all nefarious types. And they certainly are not terrorists! Most of those come in via the airports!! And drugs? Most of that comes in via legal shipments, hidden deep within it.
It is an awful fact, but a poll shows that 30% of Americans are thinking seriously about moving to Canada. Truly! What a depressing fact and do not think that it has not crossed my mind as well. I am truly frightened for my kids, for my grandkids, not so much for me. I have lived most of my life but these kids, your kids, our kids? I do not want any part of a government that kills children and lies about it, that hunts people down like hunted prey, only these are humans!!
I want to live in a country where the truth is valued and when it is violated, that it is exposed for a lie and the transparency helps us grow as a country, as a people. Naive? Maybe? Maybe this old lady should know better already, but I refuse to give in to the evil side of man and speaking of that, I am sorry, but every time I look at that man, Pence, who thinks he is G-d's gift to this world, the halo of holiness he projects - well, all I see is his hair pasted down and wonder what is it with the hairdos of this administration and Pence just about reminds me of the Devil's spawn!!
I implore all of us, demand that the Senators do what is the right thing to do. They must stand up to this evil man, these evil people, who would foist another America upon us, an America of dictatorship and hate. Demand that they act as grownups and not as tiny children afraid of the bully of the schoolyard. They must, we must, for if not ----it does not bear looking into the future.
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