Alternate Title: “In Which I Somehow Manage to Mush Politics and Some Funny Kid Shit Into One Post”
I have been hopping mad ever since this thing with Paris and a huge faction of Americans have gone on social media and essentially outed themselves as xenophobic and/or ignorant jerks in regards to the potential influx of Syrian refugees. There have been remarks ranging from simply expressing fear of potention terrorists coming in with refugees, to callous statements of the variety of “Just blast them all and let God sort them out.” Yes, I literally saw that one somewhere.
Some people trot out the good old self-serving whataboutisms to justify denying the refugees sanctuary, like “we can’t even take care of our own homeless and veterans…” which brings me, in a round about way, as is my usual style, to today’s little post. In my experience, many of the people who are fond of the “homeless veterans” cliche are the same people who would vote against most social welfare programs, including those that many veterans would benefit from. So you see, they really don’t want to take care of Syrian refugees OR our people on “their” dime. I had literally just finished complaining to my husband about this little bit of shameless hypocrisy when I left the room to retrieve something from the bathroom.
My kid says from her place on the toilet, (and I have no idea how long she has been sitting there) in her now customary sassy-like manner, “I didn’t say you could wipe me; I said Daddy could!!!”
Not to be outdone by the five year old, I counter with some sass of my own… “I didn’t come in here to wipe you anyway, so Nyya!” or some such thing…
And suddenly her tone changes and she goes plaintively, “But whhhhy?”
. . .
And then I call out to hubby, “Honey, we have a little republican in here!” And he’s already laughing.