In my everyday life, I follow a couple of rules – there may be more but they don’t apply right now. The first rule is simple. Don’t hate. I feel that it takes too much energy from you to maintain that hatred. And it darkens a person’s inner being/soul. Instead, I strongly dislike. And then there is the second rule which is don’t talk about things, other than with your family, that can cause you to lose your friends and/or may cause a person to do you bodily harm. Those are the tough things. Religion, abortion, and politics. These are the minefield topics and they really are explosive. Don’t get me wrong I have very strong opinions on these issues but I silently voice my opinion with my vote. So, today I am going to break that rule.
I love my country. I can’t carry a tune in a bucket but I sing our National Anthem with pride. I support our troops. I vote and encourage others to vote. I often say that if you don’t vote then you don’t have a right to complain about the way things are going. It’s true. You didn’t take the time to participate you don’t get the participation award. I participate and now I get to Bitch!!
So here it is. I really wanted to do a rant on President Trump and how he is like a wanna-be dictator, ruler, tyrant or what have you. It was going to be brilliant. It was going to be awesome. Genius. But, then I thought I heard that he doesn’t think it is American to say negative things about the President of the United States of America (Mr. Donald J. Trump) even though that is exactly what he has done to previous Presidents (Mr. Barack Obama). And then I thought I heard that he feels this should be a punishable offense. Wait!! What??!!? And that anyone criticizing or saying anything bad about America is UNAMERICAN! Really? And then that he either said or tweeted that four duly elected women of the House of Representatives of the United States of America should “Go Back”? Seriously?
So my rant may have changed a bit. So, if I piss the President of the United States of America off with my post is he going to tell me to “Go Back”? I wanted to know exactly where I would be shipped to, as I don’t recall living anywhere before the small town in Illinois, you know, THE Illinois in the good old US of A, where I was born. And I only speak English, the kind of English spoken in small towns in the American version of Illinois. I wanted to know in case I needed to get Rosetta Stone or Babble Fish or some such to bone up on the obscure language whatever it might be of my ancestors, and so I started an account with www.ancestory.com.
Then, just for reference, I googled Mr. Donald J. Trump. According to www.wikipedia.com, Mr. Trump’s grandfather was an immigrant to the United States from Germany in 1885. Apparently, it was easier to cross an ocean than to walk across the border.
As I continued my research into my own family line I discovered that the Trump family is really just a newborn to the new world. I was born and raised in a small town in Illinois but my ancestors have fought for this country through two world wars, one civil war and oh also one revolutionary war. Yes, that revolutionary war. Not a bone spur in the bunch.
Sometimes what it seems that I hear from the Commander-in-Chief is “it’s my yard, my ball and if you don’t like it go home”. But the thing is that there were generations of immigrants that got here before him or any of his people. Mine for instance. In his terms that should give me the right to say the same thing to him. My family was here first, close the door. No more room at the inn. But I wouldn’t and I can’t. After all the Native Americans were here way before my family. In schoolyard bully terms, it’s their yard.
As we all know, or at least the people I care about know, I live in my own world. It’s a world where everyone is nice to each other. I like rainbows, puppies and believe in Santa (because if you don’t he will stop giving me presents). The simple truth is we do not live a world where everyone is respected, loved, wanted or welcomed. I am not perfect, I have my faults. There are people who may even hate me because I am American or that I have grey hair or that I am chubby or a woman or whatever else I may be or may have done to piss them off. There are people who I strongly dislike and people I fear. But, I would not tell them to go back to wherever they may have come from. For one I would not want to piss off the Statue of Liberty who has strong feelings about immigrants. But more so because it is just wrong. It is UnAmerican!