Like just this morning, Trump decided he’s going to do away with birthright citizenship, which I believe is a right bestowed by the 14th Amendment to the Constitution.
And I’m thinkin’ Dude! Great! ‘Cause that’s what we need! More crazy talk from you before the November 6 elections!!!!!
Crazy talk, keep talking crazy talk,
Talk about things you’d like to do!
You gotta have a Wall, if you don’t have a Wall
Black, brown & yellow folk will all pour through!
Who does Trump think he’s playing to exactly?
And his harrumphing, We're the only country in the world where a person comes in and has a baby, and the baby is essentially a citizen of the United States is so startlingly ignorant that I kind of sat there paralyzed for a couple of seconds after I read the news story.
Practically every country in the Western Hemisphere implements some form of birthright citizenship.
Although literally I guess his statement is true: Babies born in other countries aren’t “citizens of the United States”!
When politics becomes a Monty Python sketch…
Pit-bull Lindsay Graham is drooling on the carpet right there alongside Trump.
I guess he doesn’t want the citizens of South Carolina to encounter any competition when they crane their red necks upward to suck the Welfare Tit dry.
See, here’s the thing about most of those red states: For every dollar their residents pay in federal tax dollars, the residents get more than a dollar back in welfare benefits! For all their complaints about “illegals” scamming the system, these jerks are the real welfare queens!
If I think about this too much, my head feels like it’s about to explode.
Far better to obsess about my cats! Am I spending enough time playing with my cats? The cat care books say you should be playing with them at least half an hour every day, but neither of them will ride the iRobot Roomba (even though I bought it essentially as a cat toy ‘cause I don’t really care if my carpets are dirty), and though Rutger will play with the red light from the laser pointer, Sybyl figured out right away that I was controlling it and just looks at me with a, What? Me? Chase that? Are you mad? look.
I’m also obsessed with self-care!
Self-care for me basically means eating entire Boston Cream pies or hot fudge sundaes with five scoops of ice cream at one sitting.
Sadly, I am also obsessed with staying physically healthy, so mostly I just think about Boston Cream pies and hot fudge sundaes.
I’ve tried to reimagine self-care as manicures, hair stylings, new makeup, massages, fabulous unguents that make me smell (temporarily) like the bottom of a perfumed pool in a Marrakesh harem, but those things do nothing for me.
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