Speak s-l-o-w-l-y, I’m blonde, 2018 edition, #1

As I think most anyone who actually reads this watching paint dry blahg of blather knows, I am not a Trump supporter. I have never been a Trump fan. This goes back umpteen gazillion years. His presidency has been, well, difficult for me although I try to hang out in my Libtard Ivory Tower as much as possible, watching Trump wildly swing his wrecking ball making decrees without thinking through the consequences. I do my job and cook and clean and travel back and forth to the north country and hope karma swings back around again, sooner than later if possible.

What is perhaps the hardest is some of the conversations I have had to endure, like the one earlier this summer where I was told point-blank, “Then you are stupid.” Why was I stupid? I ventured to opine that I thought it was excruciatingly awful for ICE agents to pull young children away from their parents. Well! This person wanted to know what about the American kids who are taken from parents being arrested? To me, this is not black and white. I don’t like that children are wrenched away from their parents in any situation. But there is a giant web of continuums going on here. Like, how do you define what a crime is and is there a capable and loving family member available to take care of the child and, if not, where are you going to place the child, etc. ad infinitum. Not to mention, how are you going to keep track of the child and its parent, something that the Trump administration apparently did not think through when he sent out his hamfisted edict.

Stupid. Stupid? I think this was the first time I have been called stupid in my entire life. I spent my entire childhood labeled as extra smart. I was top-notch at reading and arithmetic and there wasn’t a standardized test that I didn’t ace. Man did I HATE being labeled smart! I wanted to be a regular kid out there fighting WWIII on my bike. I once overheard someone say, “The Brain of Lincoln School has a new bike”. They were talking about meeeee and I was totally p*ssed off.

Like my parents, I grew up to be a Successful Failure. People with horrible standardized test scores are making far more money than I do and wield much more influence than I do and I do not care one iota. I know that I am far from stupid and so is the person who called me that. I wasn’t angry, just kind of taken aback. Like, I am stupid because I disagree with you? What’s the point of arguing about this kind of stuff? Neither one of us has a comprehensive handle on current political issues because those issues are more complex than anyone but a team of full-time analysts and maybe a few aliens thrown in for good measure could possibly sort out.

2 Responses to “Speak s-l-o-w-l-y, I’m blonde, 2018 edition, #1”

  1. Margaret Says:

    What a horrible experience! Name calling is never, ever the answer. It shuts down discussion and civility faster than anything I know. Personally, I hate being called a libtard. It is too close to another word that I find offensive. I don’t name call even when I feel like it, although I have been known to call T. The Orange Baboon. But not around his supporters.

  2. Tonya G Watkins Says:

    I’ve been avoiding my trump-supporting family members for over two years now. I just…can’t.

    My teevee gets a daily barrage of NSFW words hurled at it. One of these days it wouldn’t surprise me if it just collapses.