“But Obama Did It First” – The Truth About Trump’s Immigration Policy vs Obama’s Immigration Policy

One of the more frustrating aspects of Donald Trump’s recent fascist maneuver of trying to hold 3700 migrant children for ransom so he can manipulate Congress into giving him money to build his ridiculous wall, is the inane conversations that continually erupt on social media where white-entitlement combines with The Dunning-Kruger Effect and statements such as

“They shouldn’t have come here illegally and this wouldn’t have happened.”


“Why weren’t you complaining when Obama was doing the same thing?”

are spewed forth ad nauseum by the informationally-impaired eager to regurgitate some alt-right propaganda they have mistaken for news.

Donald Trump “loves the poorly educated.” And they love him too.

In fact some of them will even defend him when he puts children in concentration camps.


I am discouraged by this America. It does not look like the America I fell in love with. I was lead to believe that this was a country of immigrants, where a family could escape destitution and work hard to provide a life for their loved ones. This was a luxury afforded my ancestors, but apparently has been rescinded for my generation. Who knew that “give me your poor, your tired, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free” had an expiration date. I never thought America was about separating families. This doesn’t feel like America. This feels like something else.

As it turns out there is a price to be paid for funneling 200 channels of reality TV into American homes while our education system simultaneously falls behind the rest of the developed world. Decades of Fox News propaganda consumed by brain-dead zombies fueled by chemical laden processed food has created a form of super-mutant that is impervious to facts and incapable of critical thinking.

George Orwell was right.

He just missed it by a couple of decades.


Still there are those Americans who justify this atrocity by repeatedly uttering

“Oh, but it was okay when Obama did it!?”

First off, no, it was “not okay when Obama did it.” Believe it or not, opposing Trump does not mean that one automatically sides with Obama. Your black and white thinking on this matter exposes some things about your character. It is entirely possible to oppose Trump’s immigration policy while previously having opposed Obama’s immigration policy.

These two things are not connected.

If a man cheats on his wife he cannot use the defense that her last husband also cheated on her. This is simply not a logical argument and will not make the wife feel any better. While I am aware that this failed argument is designed to point out the hypocrisy and identity politics that plague The Left, this straw man argument detracts attention away from the fact that right now, in real time, the President of the United States is holding children hostage and using them as a bargaining chip to build a wall simply to appease his base, because he knows that without the wall he stands zero chance at reelection.

The statement “Well Obama did it first.” and all it’s variants is logically flawed on every level. If Obama actually did take similar actions then why would you support the mimicking of the actions of a man you are so steadfastly against? If “Obama destroyed America” then why applaud Trump for copying his playbook? Oh, but we aren’t big on logic, are we? This is what happens when Americans isolate themselves inside of a social media echo-chamber. This is a danger we never predicted. Social media was supposed to bring us together. But politically it is tearing us apart.


Let’s examine the facts on Obama’s deportation policy vs Trump’s. Part of the Trump administration’s strategy is to simply tell lies about the previous administration, so it is understandable that you will have people believing that Trump is simply doing what Obama did. After all, this is what the administration and Fox News is telling them. But the facts of the matter are that Obama did not employ the practice of separating children and parents. It simply was not part of his immigration strategy. I am aware that there are people on the internet who post pictures of children in cages and say that this happened on Obama’s watch but it simply did not and there are no records of it happening in this manner. For all my criticisms of Barack Obama, he did not put children in concentration camps.

“But Obama’s nickname was Deporter in Chief. He deported more people than any president in history.”

This statement is both true and false. A simple understanding of recent historical events will elucidate the confusion behind this common fallacy. Obama inherited a new immigration policy implemented during the last year of the Bush administration. Prior to this policy change, migrants caught entering the country illegally were simply returned to border as part of a “catch and release” program that saved the government time, money and paperwork. The new Bush era policy commanded that all illegal migrants be arrested, fingerprinted and processed, before being released back at the border.

In other words, Obama’s administration was the first full administration to keep records of these events in this manner. The previous administration’s numbers had been artificially deflated. Obama actually deported fewer people than the Bush and Clinton administrations before him. Not because Obama was such a good liberal. The deportations numbers were down simply because living conditions had improved in Mexico while simultaneously deteriorating in the US.

There just aren’t as many opportunities in America as there used to be.

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What Men Need to Learn from Louis C.K.

“A woman saying yes to a date with a man is literally insane and ill-advised, and the whole species’ existence counts on them doing it. I don’t know how women still go out with guys, when you consider the fact that there is no greater threat to women than men? We’re the number one threat to women. Globally and historically, we’re the number one cause of injury and mayhem to women. We’re the worst thing that ever happens to them.” – Louis C.K.


Men are pigs. Or dogs. Use whatever negative animal correlation you prefer. I promise not to be offended. I, like many men, live in a constant state of apology, for the embarrassing behavior of the seemingly never-ending parade of men who just don’t get it.

By “it” I mean that women are people, actual human beings, with thoughts, feelings, goals and dreams. And while I happen to really like both pigs and dogs, and feel that is completely unfair to belittle these amazing creatures by comparing them with the often destructive homosapien male, I completely understand our society’s misanthropy towards the male gender. I often say “I’m a complete sexist, because I believe women are far superior to men.” And, yes, I actually believe this.

One look at crime statistics shows that men, around the globe, and throughout history have committed more than 90% of violent crimes. When asked recently, on a podcast, what I thought would be the single best way to curb violence in America, I replied

“Testosterone causes most of the world’s violence, so regulating testosterone in the male species would be the quickest and easiest way to limit violence.”

This is not to say that all men are bad. I happen to know some very good men, strong, gentle men who try very hard to make the world a better place on their mortal walk through it.  Yet still, I find myself often disgusted by the behavior of my gender-mates. When I see monsters like Harvey Weinstein, Roy Moore and Bill Cosby treating women as if they were nothing more than sex-toys put on Earth for their personal amusement, it angers me. The men I know would never treat another human being this way. They would never abuse their power and they flatly condemn these sleazeball predators.

So why are so many of these same good men, feeling triggered by the Louis C.K. scandal?


Let me take this opportunity to say that it is absolutely ludicrous to expose yourself to a non-consenting person. I can’t really believe that it’s almost 2018 and I still have to say this, but sadly I do. Every woman I know, who has an online dating profile, is constantly bombarded by pictures of strange men’s penises.

Guys, no woman wants to see your penis, until she has decided that everything surrounding that penis is worth knowing. I know your body is raging with testosterone and you can’t wait to show off your amazing penis to the world, but try to remember that a dick-pic is no substitute for courtship. Just keep it in your pants until you are absolutely sure that she wants to see it. I know it’s difficult, but really, do us all a favor and stop exposing yourself to random women. Penises, isolated from the male body look like some kind of deformed alien baby, so most women just choose to laugh at your penis, but in reality showing your penis to a stranger is sexual assault.

So just stop it!!

As for Louis C.K., my thoughts on this are slightly more nuanced and I will attempt to explain these thoughts in a way that will not have thousands of women screaming at me about “the patriarchy!!” for I am a firm believer that the patriarchy must die and I have spent my life doing everything I could to expedite its demise.

But before I put away my soapbox let me also remind men not to glare at women’s asses when they wear yoga pants, not to try to use cheesy and/or offensive pickup lines, not to ask a woman at the gym to remove her earbuds, not to follow women to their cars or in their cars and just overall to not fucking bother women in public.

There are dating websites for this.

If you feel like you simply must talk to a woman in public, the only line you will ever need to know is:

“Hi, my name is (name).”

No trickery. No negging. No false pleas for recipe advice at the grocery. No interrupting them while they are busy.

Believe me, women get tired of being stalked everywhere they fucking go. It’s scary. You may be an alright guy, but they have no way of knowing this.

So just fuck off and go home and masturbate.



I normally avoid Hollywood stories, but I became interested in the Louis C.K. scandal when three different men, all of whom I am close friends with, all said something to the effect that the Louis situation felt scary to them and insinuated that they were unable to correlate C.K. as the same type of predator as Bill Cosby or Kevin Spacey and then added some version of “But I would never say that in public.”

This intrigued me, so I began reading about Louis. It seemed that Louis was in the habit of asking women if it was okay if he masturbated in front of them. Apparently this had been going on for a long time and rumors had circulated about his behavior. Finally a group of five women came forward and said that Louis had masturbated in front of them. Four of them said that Louis had asked for consent, and they granted consent, while a fifth woman claimed that Louis had masturbated over the phone without asking. It is important to note that two of the women were actually with Louis, in his hotel room, at the same time, when he asked if they would watch him masturbate, and these women say that they granted consent only because they thought C.K. was joking when he asked. Another detail regarding the two women in Louis’ hotel that has been hotly debated, is that the women say that when they tried to leave that C.K. “blocked the door.” I think it is important that we know if Louis “blocked the door” in an attempt to apologize out of embarrassment or if Louis “blocked the door” as an act of aggression, with intent to incarcerate. We do not have those details at this time.

Before I continue on I want to make it abundantly clear that I feel that ANY act done with consent is fair game for adults. While none of us want to imagine the image of some fat, middle-aged, bald guy masturbating, I wholeheartedly reject the notion that masturbating in front of a consenting partner is somehow perverted. It is not up to me to judge the sexual appetites of others. As long as no one is coerced, then all is fair game when agreed upon by consenting adults.

But therein lies the problem. The rules of our culture are changing. Sexual liberation is still somewhat of a new concept and we are working out the rules as we go. We have fluctuating rules on what it means to give consent and many people feel that due to Louis being such a powerful person in the entertainment realm, that for him to make sexual advances towards any woman in that field, be they fan or colleague, would constitute sexual coercion, due to the fact that the women may have felt like rejecting his advances could have had detrimental effects on their careers or simply because they were in awe of Louis C.K. due to his immense stardom.

I believe that it is only fair to differentiate the severity of Louis’ actions from that of Harvey Weinstein and Fox CEO, Roger Ailes, who used their positions of power to threaten women directly into sleeping with them. None of C.K.’s accusers have made any such claims against Louis.


In response to the Louis C.K. scandal, social media has suddenly become inundated with men who are saying that the women that C.K. exposed himself to are being opportunistic and overly sensitive. These same men share stories about times they have been in the same situation with gay men making advances towards them and how they “didn’t make a big deal out of it.” The more I hear these stories, the more it becomes abundantly clear that the men sharing them completely and totally miss the point of what it is like to be a woman in a society that constantly diminishes them down to their physical attributes, while completely ignoring the very essence of what makes them human beings.

This is not to say that men don’t occasionally have similar problems, but the constant bombardment of unwanted sexual advances that women are forced to endure by a sick society that belittles them from a very young age is vastly more crippling than the occasional threat that some men face at the hands of an overzealous suitor. For a man to compare an isolated incident to the lifetime of sexual harassment that all women suffer, beginning before they even hit puberty, is akin to complaining about the time rain ruined your picnic to a person who just lost their home to a hurricane.

I too, have been propositioned by men who held positions of authority over me. I too, have turned down their sexual advances and wondered if I would be receiving a pink slip with my next week’s paycheck. Once, I turned down advances from a female boss and was promptly fired on the spot. When I told her that I would sue her, she replied that no one would ever believe me, because I was a man and she was an attractive woman.

Sitting in my new apartment later that evening, looking at my life in boxes (I had to relocate to a new city for the job), watching my kids watch Spongebob, trying to think of how I was going to maneuver my way out of this mess, with less than $50 in my bank account and no friends or family in my new city, I picked up the phone and called my boss to save my job. I told her that I found her incredibly attractive (I didn’t!!) and that I had rejected her advances, because I was scared of getting hurt. She said that she understood and sent a car for me. I met her for dinner, laughed at her jokes and slept with her for the next three months, while I saved up money and secured a job back in my home city. Having no extended family, I honestly didn’t see that I had any other options. Had I been alone, I would have chosen to sleep on the street rather than prostitute myself to someone who disgusted me in every way. But I was not alone. I was a single dad with two children. I did what I had to do to take care of them and I never told anyone about it until just now.

Still, an isolated incident does not mean that I have empathy and understanding for what it is like to be a woman, to be objectified on such a consistent basis that I must consider every stitch of clothing that I put on in hopes of finding that unattainable balance between being attractive, but not so attractive that you attract unwanted male attention simply by going to the gym or the grocery.

Men simply cannot know what it is like to endure this constant onslaught. But, in all fairness, women cannot know what it is like to be male, attempting to navigate the ever-changing sexual landscape. And although I know that many women meet every male attempt to explain their feelings with dismissive comments like “Boo-hoo, the poor man has a problem and wants attention.” (an understandable backlash to centuries of male-oppression) I think it may be helpful for women to understand a male perspective on this particular issue, because to understand may result in both genders being able to have more effective communication, which will hopefully result in less unfortunate incidents like the one that Louis C.K. and his victims find themselves in. For the cynical among you, this means, as I was born with a penis, that I will be attempting to man-splain.

I will do so, using experiences from my own life.


Twice in my life I have been accused of sexual assault, yet I can say with an absolutely clear conscience that I have never and would never sexually assault another human being.

The first situation involved a woman who was a friend of a woman I was dating. The friend was always around when I would go to my girlfriend’s house. One day my girlfriend ran to the grocery to get an item that we needed for some cooking we were doing. I was supposed to stay back and continue dinner prep with her friend. As soon as my girlfriend left, her friend began making advances on me. I had no idea what was happening. I told the girl that I was not interested. I told her that I really liked my girlfriend and I promised her that I wouldn’t mention what had happened to her and that we could just forget the whole thing.

The evening continued on in a normal fashion. We ate dinner and had a few drinks. I went home and slept that night and didn’t think too much about the odd situation I had been put in by my girlfriend’s friend.

The following day my life turned to complete and total chaos.

It started with a phone call. My girlfriend was screaming and crying. I could barely make sense of what she was saying. By the time the call was completed I had become aware that the friend had told my girlfriend that I had tried to rape her, while my girlfriend was at the grocery.

I was appalled. I told my girlfriend what really happened, about how I had spurned her friend’s advances, about how her friend had told me that we could keep the whole thing a secret, about how she persisted even though I had resisted several times.

My girlfriend, who had only known me for a few months, told me that the girl had been her best friend since they were little and that “she would never lie about something like that.” Just like that, my new relationship was over.

But things would get much, much worse.

Soon, everywhere I went people would look at me strangely. I had physical confrontations with other males who felt justified in attacking me, because they were defending the honor of my poor, defenseless victim.

I kept the whole thing a secret from my friends and family. The last thing I wanted to do was share my humiliation with those who were close to me. I felt dirty, like I had done something wrong. But I hadn’t! This was the first time that I became aware that false allegations of sexual assault, were just as bad, for the accused, as real allegations of this nature.

My life was completely ruined. After several months of dealing with attacks on my self and my property, I opted to move. To this day, I am afraid that I will see one of those people who believed lies about me. What is to stop one of them from using lethal force against me? That is exactly what I feel like doing to rapists and pedophiles, after all.


Just as the victims of sexual assault will always have to live with their scars, so do those men who are falsely accused. I am not attempting to compare two different types of suffering. I am merely attempting to illustrate why some men might feel triggered by the events of the Louis C.K. scandal.

I believe what scares men about this situation is that Louie asked for, and received consent. Then later, the women said that they felt violated. Conscientious men live in a constant state of fear that perhaps a consensual sex act can be reframed in the mind of their partner, to fit a new narrative that is more in line with how they view themselves at the current time.

For example, I once knew a man who was accused of sexual assault for having a brief sexual relationship with a female coworker. The woman was in an on-again, off-again abusive relationship. When the man met her, she swore that she was done with her abuser, but for whatever reason, within a few weeks she was back with him. The abuser began constantly questioning her about her activities during the time when they were apart. One day, while going through her phone, he found text messages between her and the man. The texts clearly indicated that there had been a sexual relationship between the two of them. The abusive male turned up the heat on the woman, so in order to save herself and her awful relationship, she told her abuser that the sex was not consensual.

As you can imagine this incident completely destroyed the man’s life. The abusive man and his brothers stalked him mercilessly, destroying his house and his car. As the woman was a coworker, rumors spread quickly throughout his place of work and he subsequently lost his job. The man sat on pins and needles for months, wondering if he would face criminal charges for a consensual sex act that was reframed in the mind of his former partner.

So what does this have to do with Louis C.K.? C.K. admitted that he was wrong and apologized.

Perhaps my final example will help bring all of this together.


Not long ago a coworker of mine contacted me and told me that she was recently single and wanted to know if I knew of any eligible men that I could introduce her to. I told her that I was going to a party that weekend and asked her if she wanted to come. I told her that I would be more than happy to introduce her to lots of great people at the party.

I picked her up Friday night and escorted her to the party. In the interest of full disclosure I will add that I always found this woman very attractive, but as she had been in a relationship the entire time that I had known her, I never really gave it much thought. And when she asked me to introduce her to some of my male friends, I took this as her saying that she was not attracted to me.

Apparently, I was wrong.

The entire time we were at the party she hung on my every word. She told me that she was a huge fan of my work and that she had always admired and looked up to me. I had no idea!! I was incredibly flattered!!

As the night waned she ask me if I would take her home, so I did. All the way to her house she told me that she was attracted to me. I admired her for being so forthcoming, but her forthrightness made me question her sobriety. I replayed the evening in my head, monitoring how many drinks she had consumed. She had only had a couple of drinks and had stopped drinking several hours earlier. She was sober, just far braver with her words than I could ever imagine being.

When we got to her house she asked me to come inside. Once inside she started kissing me. I stopped kissing her long enough to say

“Hey, I don’t mean to be weird, but I’m kind of big on consent, so I just need to know that you are absolutely sober.”

She laughed and said

“I am completely and totally sober. I haven’t had a drink in hours.”

And she was sober. I am 100% confident in that. I went to school for addictions counseling and I actually did the math in my head (alcohol content/body weight divided by number of hours since last alcoholic beverage), but the math was just me being overly cautious, due to my immense fear of engaging in anything that could be construed as non-consensual sex. I had spent the entire evening with her. She was completely sober.

I left her house early the next morning, feeling really good. I really liked this girl. She was beautiful and intelligent and we shared the same passions. I was excited, thinking about the next time we would see each other. The night had taken an unexpected twist in my favor. I was floating on a cloud.

The next morning I awoke to a text from the woman, asking me if I had had sex with her while she was blackout drunk.

I was terribly confused.

According to the woman, she could not remember anything from the previous night. As we spoke about the events of the evening she had incredibly selective recall. She was able to remember everything except the fact that we had sex, sex which she initiated.

I was completely traumatized. I know this may sound odd, but I was incredibly hurt and confused. I consulted with a female friend. I told her that this accusation horrified me. My friend told me that everyone who knows me knows that I would never take advantage of someone when they were intoxicated, but she also told me that several men she knew, had had this happen to them and subsequently had literally taken on the habit of pulling out their smartphones and making a short video of the woman they were about to sleep with, where they would ask the woman to say

“My name is (name here) and I am of sound mind and consenting to sex with (name here) on (date here).”

This was just too much for me. I can’t even imagine that there is any sex in the world that would be so enjoyable that it would be worth keeping a log of consent videos on file. I just decided that these kind of things were simply too dangerous and vowed to keep myself to myself.

My friend advised me to apologize to the woman and take full responsibility. I told my friend that to do so would be an admission of guilt and that I had done nothing wrong. My friend reminded me that the woman had changed the events in her mind and had became convinced of her new version of events and that as long as I continued to protest my innocence that the woman would press the issue, each time becoming more convinced that she had been victimized.

So I apologized.

Later on, I would find out from one of the woman’s friends that she had a long history of pulling this trick on men. I feel very foolish, even to this day, for having trusted someone, whom I only knew from working with them. I blame myself, even though I know I did everything the way it’s supposed to be done.

I believe this is why so many men have been triggered by the Louis C.K. scandal. Because many men have stories such as the ones I have shared with you. But they can’t talk about their stories. They aren’t allowed to. No one wants to hear them. And there is the very real danger that if they share their stories they will be ostracized by those whom they care deeply for.

I spend a lot of my time explaining to people how hard it is to be a woman in this disgusting culture. Please don’t think that I am trying to compare my sexual trauma to that of any woman’s sexual trauma. But they do share one key component. Whether you have been the victim of sexual assault or falsely accused of it, this will always hang over you. I am but a lowly columnist now (one of the five women accusing Louis of sexual assault is saying that the assault occurred when Louis was a simple staff-writer), but what will happen if I am so lucky enough to ever become a famous writer? Will my two “victims” come forward to tell the world their version of events? If they do, I know that it would be unwise to try to tell the truth on these matters, because no one would ever believe me in a million years. As a male, I am always a suspect and I will always be considered guilty of any false sexual allegations leveled against me.

I’m not trying to say that Louis C.K. is a saint. I’m merely trying to say that he asked for consent. Consent was given at the time, then later retracted and those who gave consent said that they did so because he was a powerful man and that they were afraid to say no.

Far be it from me to tell a woman how she is to react when a man asks her to engage in sex with her, when it is only the two of them in a closed off space. I understand that these situations can feel coercive, even when the one initiating it doesn’t mean for it to be. I understand that there are scary men in the world, who act like giant abusive toddlers when they do not get their way. But I also understand that good men, who actually care about gaining a woman’s consent, live in constant terror that any consent given will later be retracted, for any number of reasons.

Having undergone tremendous trauma in my own life, I would never tell any victim of trauma that they should have behaved differently in a situation other than how they behaved at the time. I would never say anything that would minimize the trauma that is felt by women every single day, as a result of clueless men, who do not know how to read a woman’s subtle cues.

But consent has to count for something. And I can’t help wondering if Brad Pitt had been caught asking for consensual intercourse with actresses he was on set with, would anyone have even cared. It feels like the image of an unattractive man masturbating is somehow more offensive to people than an attractive man having intercourse and that this is causing people to treat this situation differently than they would the aforementioned hypothetical.

I can’t equate Louis’ selfish cluelessness to the disgusting attacks of predators like Harvey Weinstein, Bill Cosby, Roy Moore or Kevin Spacey. I believe, as men, we have to do more than to just verbally ask for consent. We have to realize that simply asking for consent may make some women feel scared and obligated to comply. I think we have to go a step further and say something like

“Hey, I really like you and I feel like you really like me, but I need you to know that you can walk out of here right now and you and I will still be friends and that our relationship will never be affected, in any way, by what happens or doesn’t happen here tonight and unless I know, with 100% certainty, that you know all these things and are CHOOSING to sleep with me because you want that as much as I do, well than I am not willing to go through with this.”

Maybe if Louis had said something like that we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.

But I think it’s a conversation that we all need to have and keep having until we build a society where women truly are treated as equals.

Maybe this is a conversation we can all learn from.

Michael E Sparks is an Independent journalist who believes in keeping it in his pants. If Michael’s work adds value to your life, please consider supporting his efforts by donating one dollar by clicking HERE.





A Progressive Call to Arms

First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Socialist.

Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Trade Unionist.

Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.

-Martin Niemoller


A friend of mine stopped by my house recently.

She was scared.

My friend was born male, but now identifies as female.

She said…

“I’ve only recently began to be able to walk down the street. I fear that if Donald Trump becomes president, then it will become open season on people like me.”

Our house is a safe haven in the middle of Indiana, a state which is anything but safe for people who are different.

There is a rainbow flag in the window and a Bernie Sanders sign in the yard.

Although my politics fall to the extreme left, I am no idealist.

I believe strongly that we should always attempt to use peaceful means to resolve conflict.

But I know that we must also take extreme measures to insure our freedoms from those who seek to limit them.

I live in the birthplace of the KKK.

It always takes bravery to be one’s self.

But let’s be real.

It takes more bravery to be like my friend than it does to be like me.

My friend is right to be afraid of violence under a Trump presidency.

We’ve seen the rallies and we’ve heard the hate-speech.

“You’ll be okay” I told her “I’ve got your back.”

And then I added…

“Millions of people have your back.”


I live in a state where Mike Pence was the governor.

He passed laws making it legal for businesses to discriminate against members of the LBGT+ community and he passed laws discriminating against a woman’s right to choose.

We worked tirelessly to get a Pathway to Citizenship referendum passed, but our representatives would hide in their offices and refuse to meet with us.

But our problems are not unique to the Midwest.

And Donald Trump has not limited his hate-speech to members of just one community.

He has made hateful comments and threats to members of the Hispanic community, Blacks, Jews, women, Muslims and the differently-abled.

It is my belief that his nomination to the presidency will give rise to hate in America.

It is my belief that bigots of all varieties will feel emboldened by his ignorance and subsequent rise to power.

It is my belief that school-yard bullies and cowards of all stripes will feel that hate is not only acceptable, but rewarded.

What is a small child to think when they see that someone can stand on a podium and make hateful remarks and then this person can be rewarded to the extent that they are made the most powerful person on Earth?

A dangerous precedent has been set…

And it is up to us to fight every battle that will come our way during the next four years.

If you call yourself a Progressive then I am calling on you to prove it each and every time you see discrimination.

I am asking you to be a warrior.

I believe with all my heart that this is the duty of every American.


I’ve been all over this country and met tons of Trump supporters.

By and large they are good people.

Most of them are people who have worked hard their entire lives and they have watched their jobs get shipped overseas by trade agreements that hurt the American people.

Many of them lost their houses to a corrupt banking system and these same people are now paying for the bank bailout.

I want to be careful to not encourage the media’s portrayal of the Trump supporter as a dangerous and armed White Supremacist, but at the same time it is important to point out that some of Trump’s support actually comes from this small segment of our population and these people are potentially very dangerous.

It is our job to speak out when and where we see discrimination.

When I use the phrase A Call to Arms I do not mean that we take up firearms.

I sincerely hope that it will never come to that.

I am speaking instead of a much more effective means of fighting.

I am referring to compassion and activism.

I am asking everyone who reads this to be an ally every day in every way that life presents to you.

And I am asking you to look for new opportunities to be brave in a world that is often hostile.

Most of you reading this are more than likely already doing amazing things in your communities.

I applaud you and ask that you hold these questions in the front of your mind…

“What can I do to help the cause of equality?”


“What can I do to make the world a better place?”

In the past year we have learned, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that our country has a long way to go to reach equality for all of its citizens.

Some might view Trump’s election and candidacy as a setback to this cause.

Perhaps it is.

But at least the hatred is out in the open now.

Now we know what we are dealing with.

It is the duty of all good people to go above and beyond.

When millions of people stand together..

They win.


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Not just those who are easy to love…

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Jane Sanders DID NOT SAY To Not Write-In Bernie Sanders





Here is the original story, with the false quote removed.
It’s a chilly overcast day here in Indiana and I just received some news that was kind of devastating.
And just to be clear, it was politically devastating, not REAL LIFE devastating.
Everyone in our home is happy and healthy, as we all grope along slowly, trying to deal with the craziness that life throws at us from day-to-day.
My family is giving me a lot of space.
Occasionally Carrie comes up to me and squeezes my shoulder and then drifts away.
They know how I am.
They know how personally I take all of this.
I drove to the coffee shop with my laptop and sat down to break the news, tears resting just behind my eyes.
My lap-top is covered in “Ask me about Bernie Sanders” stickers.
As I opened it up, a little black boy came up to me, maybe 10 years old and said..
“I’m mad about Bernie!!”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I’m mad that he’s not in the election anymore. I love Bernie Sanders. I’m mad about it!!”
As I fought back tears, I was able to choke out an ironic smile, swallow hard and find the words..
“I’m mad too.” I said.
I was hesitant to tell you about the little kid, because it sounds made up, but that really happened to me, just now, sitting here in Indiana and I know it’s politically incorrect to point out that the kid was black, but that’s relevant to me for a million tiny reasons.
Because wasn’t that one of the lies they told about Bernie?
They said that black people didn’t like him.
They said it was just a bunch of young white kids and that our movement wasn’t real.
So when a little black boy in Indiana comes up to me and says that he is “Mad about Bernie.” it means something to me.
It’s why I scrapped the entire opening to this article and just wrote down what happened instead.
Because “I’m mad about Bernie.” too.
I’m really incredibly angry about it.
And it sucks to see our voices taken from us.
And it sucks to see our movement divided and watered down.
And it sucks to be told a million times a day that I should vote for Hillary Clinton because that’s what Bernie asked me to do or that I should “grow a spine” and vote for Jill Stein because she has a “similar platform”, never mind that one candidate cheated millions of people who I care about out of a fair election and the other is running a campaign that is simply not very organized and not nearly as effective as it could have been.
But all of that will shake out on November 8 and I still have not even begun to explain why my heart is spinning at 33 1/3 rpm today…
Today we were headed to Vermont to canvass for Bernie Sanders.
A few weeks ago I wrote a quirky little article about how Bernie Sanders could win Vermont and theoretically throw the election into the House of Representatives, force a second round of voting and then have the new House vote him in to become the President of the United States.
I didn’t discover the idea, Dawn Papple did.
My article just called people to action and the idea spread more rapidly than I ever thought possible.
I did a lot of research before I wrote the article and if you understand the intricacies of how the House would have most-likely voted, you would have seen that Sanders had a way better chance of winning this way, than I initially stated.
I’m incredibly honored that so many people read the article.
My goal is to be an activist writer.
I want to develop a large enough group that we can direct our legions correcting the injustices we see in our country.
I want the establishment to fear our collective voice.
I want to carry on Sanders’ movement through collective activism and apparently it’s working, because in between the thousands of people telling us we could never do it, other people started to actually volunteer.
We worked hard behind the scenes in hidden Internet groups, screening out potential saboteurs and checking people’s past volunteering to see if they were legitimate.
We were actually concerned about the Clinton campaign finding out about our movement and trying to block it. In fact there were a few people who contacted us asking questions, pretending to be volunteers, that actually worked for the Democratic Party.
It was pretty exciting, being in a secret underground movement, but also it produced a lot of anxiety.
On top of dealing with fears of Clinton sabotaging our efforts, we were getting tons of anger from Jill Stein supporters, which was really frustrating seems how we ARE(!!) Jill Stein supporters and our movement’s official position was to encourage people to vote Stein in every state but Vermont, a state with only a few hundred thousand voters, specifically targeted as to NOT interfere with our goal to get Jill to 5% nationally, so the Green Party would get federal funding in the next election cycle!!!
We were getting attacked from all sides, which of course meant that we were actually onto something, but it was also very stressful.
But we ventured forth, thanks to our incredible team of volunteers.
We actually developed a cool little system where we would coordinate traveling canvassers with Vermont residents for shelter, someone wrote a phone-banking program that was just as good as the one we used on Bernie’s site and imported every phone-number in Vermont into it…
We had an amazing canvassing coordinator on the ground in Burlington and others en route from around the country to help knock on doors.
We even had The Washington Post flying into Burlington to write a story about our initiative.
We had well-written, simple to understand, literature to pass out to people and most importantly we had an incredibly high success rate of voter conversion.
40% of the people we spoke to in Vermont preferred writing-in Bernie Sanders over voting for any other candidate!!
Our movement was peaking at just the right time.
Our goal was to get the population converted in the last week before the election, so that the Clinton campaign wouldn’t have time to react.
Everything was perfect!!
Except for one thing..
Bernie didn’t want it.
He told us so.
And although I am rebelling against Bernie in my refusal to vote for Hillary Clinton, I really don’t feel comfortable showing up in his back yard and pissing him off.
If Bernie Sanders yelled at me, I’m pretty sure I would burst into tears.
To be honest, Bernie didn’t tell us.
It was Jane who told us that Bernie doesn’t want this.
Our canvassing trainer has been close friends with Bernie and Jane for her entire life.
So even though she was out canvassing with her team and getting positive responses, in her heart, a feeling of dread was growing.
“What if Bernie didn’t appreciate what we were doing? What if her lifetime friend became upset with her over our ‘gift’?”
Last week, she shared these fears with me and said that she wanted to talk to Bernie about this before we went any further.
I told her that Bernie would be forced to stand against our movement, due to his position with the DNC and I asked her if she would be willing to speak with Jane Sanders instead.
She agreed and headed over to visit Jane on Sunday afternoon, as I sat here in Indianapolis, with my traveling canvassing crew (my poor kids and my incredibly patient girlfriend) waiting to hear if we were hitting the road or not.
Here is what she said…
So that’s that.
We offered a gift that is not wanted.
We are trying to force something that is not there.
We are misguided in our efforts.
I’ve had so much anxiety about traveling to Vermont.
All these canvassing trips we made in the past year scared the hell out of me and I thought we were done with it.
I was hoping to move into the acceptance phase of my grief and here I was heading out to canvass for Bernie one last time, reopening the wound.
But he doesn’t want it.
At a certain point I have to accept that I am just a crazy person when the very person I’m fighting for tells me that my methods are not a good idea.
Activism without proper guidance is destructive.
The road to hell being paved with good intentions and all..
Congressional Democrats Hold News Conference Opposing Fast-Tracking The Trans-Pacific Partnership
So we unloaded the car.
We aren’t going to Vermont.
Everyone is relieved and sad.
Because this is more than just the end of our crazy little movement.
This is the end of the denial phase of my grief.
Bernie Sanders isn’t going to be President and “I’m mad about it.”
But I’m also incredibly sad about it and I know that you are too.
Or maybe you are of the mindset that Jill Stein will save us.
I’m envious of you if you believe that.
I once believed it too.
But those feelings will have to be addressed in another article.
For now, I will just say that I really think you should vote for Jill Stein if you believe in her platform.
And if you really want to write Bernie in, then it’s your vote.
But he would prefer that you didn’t.
And whomever you vote for, I beg you to stop fighting with others who see things differently from you.
I know you are “mad about Bernie.”
We all are.
Let’s all take our collective rage out on the down-ballot Republicans and vote them out of office on November 8, so Bernie Sanders can be head of the House Budget Committee.
There is still a way that we can win.
But it won’t be from writing him in.
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A Close Friend of Mine is Voting for Hillary Clinton

The woman who picks up my kids for school every morning is voting for Hillary Clinton.

We have a system.

She drops them off in the morning.

I pick them up in the afternoon.

It saves both of us money and it lessens our carbon footprint.

Because, you know, we care about those things, being as we are both liberals and all.

Did I mention that this woman is voting for Hillary Clinton?

Crazy, right?

And I don’t trust just anyone with my kids.

My friend is incredibly trustworthy.

She’s an awesome human being and I care very deeply about her.

We’ve been close for a long time.

We watched each other’s kids grow up.

She’s like a member of my family and I’m like a member of hers.

I love my friend.

Did I mention that she is voting for Hillary Clinton?

Yeah. I know, right? What’s up with that?

I mean, how can you be a decent human being and support someone who is pure evil?

I was wondering that as well.

So I asked her.

Hillary Clinton Holds Online Global Town Hall With Youths From Around The World

You might imagine that my friend was once a Bernie supporter and now she is following Sanders’ request to vote for Hillary to defeat the evil Donald Trump.

You might imagine that she is “holding her nose and voting for Hillary”.

You might imagine that, being as she is such a close friend of mine, that she actually hates Hillary Clinton, but is just falling on the grenade to keep the Supreme Court from being all up in her uterus for the next 40 years.

You’d be wrong.

She’s freaking crazy about Hillary Clinton!!

My friend works for the government and has been following Clinton for years.

When she lived in D.C. she actually met Hillary and shook her hand.

She has a Hillary sign in her front yard!!

She used to hide it when I came over, but then I told her…

“I don’t hide my Bernie sign. You don’t need to hide your Hillary sign.”

Before our state’s primary (which Bernie won) I made several efforts to speak with my friend about Bernie Sanders, but she became upset each time and for a while she stopped speaking to me altogether.

That was probably for the best.

It probably saved our friendship.

I’m kind of radical about Bernie Sanders.

After Bernie dropped out and endorsed Hillary (GRRRRR!!!), I asked her if she was ready to have The Talk, the talk that ALL Sanders supporters must have with their Hillary friend(s) if there is any hope of the friendship returning to its previous form.


There are YUGE fundamental differences between Sanders supporters and Clinton supporters.

I can be friends with anyone, but if you vote for Hillary Clinton, then there is always going to be an elephant (or a donkey) in the room of our friendship and we are going to have to talk about it.

Because on the surface it would seem that I am in support of universal healthcare and you oppose it and the idea that poor people don’t deserve the same rights as the wealthy is deeply offensive to me.

Without sitting down with you, I would probably never be able to understand how you support fracking, when I am so radically opposed to it.

I’m going to need to hear your thoughts on this.

As a Clinton supporter, I would gather that you support big corporations running our government and I am violently in opposition to this above all, so I’d like to hear your reasoning on that subject as well.

Also, I’d love to hear your thinking on why you believe that it’s okay to lie to the American people repeatedly and hide your Wall Street transcripts, because I know that you are a super-smart person and I’ve always thought of you as extremely ethical.

And I know that you don’t want to see our children murdered in some billionaire’s war, so why is it that you support a candidate who wants to install a no-fly zone over Syria, a move that will likely lead to war with Russia.

I mean, you knew about all these things, right?

You have the Internet and know how to use a search engine, right?

And you actually want to know the policies of the person you are voting for, right?

I don’t want to overwhelm you.

I’ve got literally hundreds of concerns about your candidate and I need to know how you can feel good about voting for a woman who takes millions from the fossil-fuel industry and has no real plan to deal with climate change.

So can we talk?

Because right now, I’m feeling like I don’t even know you.

And I’d hate to let something as trivial as the fate of the entire world come between us.


Like I said, my friend is awesome.

She invited me over..

She was very cordial…

She poured the wine..


And we talked.

My friend agreed that healthcare is a right, not a privilege.

“So why didn’t you vote for Bernie?” I asked.

“Because Hillary is fighting for universal healthcare too.”

“No, she isn’t! In fact she said that it would NEVER happen!”

“She NEVER said that!”

I obnoxiously pulled out my phone and showed her the video.

“Well it must be out of context. Hillary would NEVER say that. Look, my main reason for supporting Hillary is that she supports equality for women. Women do not get equal pay and Hillary will address that, as well as other important women’s issues.”

I thought about bringing up Berta Caceres and other women who died as a result of Hillary’s foreign policy.

I considered bringing up the fact that Hillary Clinton basically starved over a million single mothers and their children when she gutted funding to the Children’s Defense Fund.

I thought about Jill Stein’s brilliant argument that when you make things harder on poor people, that you disproportionately hurt women.

I thought about Camille Paglia‘s points about how Hillary is anti-feminist and Bernie Sanders is a true feminist.

Finally I said…

“Then why did she pay her female employees .72 on the dollar compared to her male employees when she was Secretary of State?”

“No she DID NOT!!” my friend exclaimed.

“Would you like to see the evidence?”

“No, because it never happened.”

“It will take me five seconds.”

“I’ll research it on my own.”

“Will you?” I asked.

“No. Because it never happened.” she said.

We moved on to discussing TPP.

“Oh yeah! Hillary’s against that!” my friend said.

“She co-wrote it and toured the world selling it to other countries!!”

“But then she realized that it was a bad trade agreement and she came out against it.”

“Publicly, she did, but there are emails showing her pressuring Democratic Congressional members to pass it and then Obama sealed the emails, but I have the articles. Would you like to see them?”

“I don’t believe that, Michael.” she said exasperated.

“Well I have proof. Would you like to see it?”

“I’ll look it up on my own sometime.”

“Well you won’t find it on corporate media. Obama sealed the emails.”

“I just don’t believe that, Michael.”

“Okay fine. A year from now, when she is trying to push it through, I’m coming over.”

“Fine. You do that.”

“I will.”

“Good for you.”

“Bad for America. I won’t be happy when I’m right.”


The conversation went on like this for a while.

I talked policy and my friend agreed that Bernie’s policy was perfect, but then told me that Hillary supported the same policy.

When I tried to show her evidence that this was not true, she had no interest in looking at it.

She repeatedly regaled me with stories of how Hillary had overcome tough obstacles in her life.

There was the time when Bill had ran for some office and lost and became depressed and wasn’t bringing home any income, so Hillary had to take a job she didn’t like to support Chelsea.

It was as if she thought Hillary was waiting tables during the day and pole-dancing at night.

She truly believed that Hillary Clinton was some kind of rags to riches story.

To her, Hillary was the American dream wrapped in a pantsuit.

“Where did you get these stories?” I asked.

“Oh, I read her book.” she said.

“Oh, okay.” I said.


And there we sat, wasting time, speaking different languages.

I get my news from The Intercept and  The Guardian.

She gets hers from CNN.

There was no Lexis…no common ground.

She thinks I’m a Bernie-bro and I think she is uninformed.

What it really comes down to is that my friend sees herself in Hillary Clinton and that’s why she voted for her and will do so again and no amount of inconvenient facts will deter her.

It’s more about identity politics, than policy and there is some kind of sorting device that rest just inside the ear of the Hillary Clinton supporter that takes all criticisms against her and files them into one of two categories.

Either they are right-wing conspiracies designed to take down this model of feminism or Hillary actually did it, but “sometimes women just have to do things that they don’t want to for the greater good.”

With this line of thinking, Clinton is always the hero or the victim.

She has fostered some kind of faux feminism that pulls in angry women of a certain age, who feel like they have lived similar lives.

Never mind that Clinton wouldn’t throw her Fiji water on my friend if she were on fire.

My friend is convinced that Hillary’s fake victory is somehow HER victory.

Just as your ignorant, racist uncle has been duped into believing that billionaire, Donald Trump truly understands his problems, millions of mildly annoyed suburban women will proudly march into the voting booth and fill in that little oval unknowingly supporting genocide abroad and feel like they are true feminists.

And while I love my friend and would do anything for her, I probably won’t ever completely get over this.

Every time I see Hillary ship more young people off to die and murder the innocent for financial gain, I will think of my friend.

When I see trade agreements pass that will continue to destroy the middle-class and ship American jobs overseas, I will think of my friend.

And each time I see Hillary lie, I will think about how my friend is eating up that lie and enjoying it, because it makes her feel good about the choice she made to support women everywhere.

Alas, despite differences in politics, I am grateful for my friend.

I am grateful for the insight she gives me into the mind of the Hillary Clinton supporter.

She’s a really good person.

It’s just that she has chosen to stay ignorant on this one subject that is very important to me.

And considering how miserable this entire election has been..

I almost wish that I had chosen that path as well.

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Someone Stole My Bernie Sanders Yard Sign


Some asshole stole my Bernie Sanders yard sign last night. That’s number eight. I’ve got one more around somewhere. I used to have a trunk full of them. I would knock on your door, some crazy forty-year old guy, with shaggy hair. You’d tell me that you were planning to vote for Hillary Clinton, we’d talk for 15 or 20 minutes and at the end of our conversation, I’d get one of those signs out of my trunk and we’d plant it in your yard and you’d be excited about it.

I take no credit for this. It wasn’t like I was some great salesman. I just memorized the facts and had a conversation and my new friend just came to the logical conclusion that Bernie Sanders was a much better candidate than Hillary Clinton on every level. Once you had heard the gospel according to Bernie Sanders, you were kind of embarrassed that you had ever even considered voting for Sillary.

If I was at all effective in converting souls to Sanders, it was because of the religious-type fervor I felt for the absolute righteousness of Sanders unflappable ethics, which filled my body with energy that radiated from my eyes, like that of a newly baptized person born in the deep South.

And yet I was an atheist.

I gave so many of those signs away. And now I have but one left. Tucked away in a closet somewhere. I will find it and plant it in the yard as a monument to my stubbornness and my absolute refusal to give up. And when they steal this one, there will be no more.

We will have to go back to making them, like we did before the campaign centers opened and the website took weeks to ship them. Carrie would take old political campaign signs, turn them inside out, and spray-paint over a Bernie stencil she made. She would hand them out at debate parties.

Our house was full of amazing new people for a solid year. What an odd turn of events for me, the paranoid, who didn’t really like people, to fall in love with so many strangers. What a beautiful thing for people to open their homes to my children and I, to feed us, to provide us a place to rest, all because we had one incredible thing in common.


Perhaps the sign-thief was trying to help me move on. Perhaps it was a misguided gesture of compassion. Or maybe it was some ignorant Trump supporter who thinks that Democratic Socialism means that you can take whatever you want from whoever you want, so he thought he was being witty by teaching me a lesson, when I already knew that the world was full of overconfident morons with boundary issues, so no lesson was learned.

Or possibly, it was a Hillary Clinton supporter who was eaten up with guilt each day, as they drove past my sign and were reminded of how their choice to be WITH HER was condoning lying and cheating and murder and everything else that is bullshit in this awful/awesome world and my sign reminded them that supporting this cheater of Democracy meant they didn’t have the moral authority on any issue, ever again, for the rest of their FUCKING LIFE!!!

Or perhaps the wind blew it away…I don’t know.

But I’ve got another one.

Number nine!

And I’m going to put it out tomorrow morning. Because I’m completely in denial and I plan to stay that way for the rest of my life. I refuse to accept that the world is a shit-hole. I refuse to accept that evil wins. I’m going to be 80 years old and still have some form of Bernie Sanders sign in my yard and the kids in the neighborhood will call me Old Man Sanders and tell legends about me. And I will do things to encourage the legends, even though I’ll still be like a super-nice guy and all..

But I won’t want to disappoint the neighborhood children, so I’ll play screaming sounds out of speakers in my basement and let spider-webs grow all over my house…maybe even wear an eye-patch…I don’t know, but whatever kind of stuff creepy old guys that live in haunted houses in the year 2053 do, that’s the kind of stuff I’ll do.

The kids will dare each other to steal my Bernie Sanders yard sign and each time they do, I will make an even scarier looking Bernie sign and one of the kids will double-down on the dare and say that “if you sleep with the stolen sign under your mattress then Old Man Sanders will appear at the foot of your bed…”

Then another kid will say..

“You guys are stupid. The man who lives in that house isn’t named Bernie Sanders. He just likes Bernie Sanders. Don’t you guys ever read cyber-books on your ocular implant?! You know the way our world is today? With the flying cars and no war and everybody being fed and loved and living to be 500 years old and terraforming other planets and bending space/time and with statues of Neil Degrasse Tyson, Bill Nye and Carl Sagan everywhere? Bernie Sanders was the guy who started all that. Before Bernie Sanders human beings were tore up from the floor up.”

And yeah, in the future, kids are going to say “tore up from the floor up.”

I know that no one has said that in like ten years, but it’s going to come back in a YUGE way in like forty-years, so remember that I predicted that.

So anyway, I’m putting a new sign up.

Number nine!

To remind me and everyone else who sees it..

That this isn’t over.

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Come on Hillary!! Enough is Enough!!


With the latest insanity surrounding Hillary Clinton, involving her collapsing symbolically at a 9/11 memorial, I am reminded of how seriously fed up I have become with her sham of a campaign.

While corporate media focuses on an orange gnome with zero government experience, the rest of us are being force-fed a corporate, warmongering shill and we are supposed to be happy about it, just because she is “not Donald Trump”.

I honestly have tried to find something redeeming in the shit sandwich of her impending Presidency.

I have defended Hillary from time to time.

I agree with the assessment of her supporters, that she is better than Donald Trump, but without an ounce of facetiousness, I can say confidently that my dog, Butch, is a better candidate than Donald Trump.

Butch might relieve himself in the Oval Office, but at least he wouldn’t start a nuclear war.

I asked Butch about building a wall and forcing Mexico to pay for it and he just turned his head to one side, spun around in a circle three times and laid down.

As bad as Trump is, Hillary seems to be working overtime to prove she is nearly as pathetic.

Hiding medical problems from the American people, especially something as serious as neurological disorder, is just too much.

Is it unreasonable to ask that our candidates release their current medical records and have a psychiatric evaluation at least bi-annually?

Shouldn’t that be absolutely mandatory for anyone seeking to be in charge of the world’s most powerful military?

What difference does it make, right?

What fucking difference does it make?


I understand that Hillary is the choice of the establishment.

I know they have billions of dollars on the line.

I know they invested hundreds of millions to get her appointed into a position of power so that they could recoup their money 100 fold.

I know how this whole sham works, but seriously corporate America, do you have to make it so obvious?

For nearly a year she has hidden from the very people she is supposed to represent.

If only Hillary had chosen a decent running mate, then I would possibly feel confident, as it seems highly unlikely that she would even be able to complete her term.

But Tim Kaine?!

Uh, just no.

I am all for our country FINALLY having a female President, but at what cost?

Your campaign has become insulting to our intelligence.


Never mind that you have shown zero ability to be a decent leader.

Never mind that you can barely stand up unassisted.

Never mind that we are in desperate need of true leadership in our country’s most dire hour.

As much as we fear the idea of Donald Trump being President, you HAVE to let the people who vote for you keep their dignity.

When you repeatedly insult us, you make that impossible.

You honestly expect us to believe that you didn’t know “C” stood for classified?

You want us to buy into the lie that you are “looking into” releasing your Wall Street transcripts for 224 days now?

And I’m sick of hearing about Trump, every time I ask a legitimate question regarding one of Clinton’s glaring flaws.

If I ask about the Wall Street transcripts then I want to talk about YOUR WALL STREET TRANSCRIPTS!!!

Saying “Trump did not release his tax returns.” is not a suitable response.

My kids know that blaming their siblings for their wrongdoings is unacceptable.

Should I expect less from my President than I do from my children?


Given Trump as the alternative, I was willing to forgive a lot.

But Hillary, you simply ask too much.

For someone who so rarely speaks publicly, you certainly seem to put your foot in your mouth a lot.

Hillary, we do not “bring people to heel.”

We do not laugh at murder and say “We Came. We Saw. He died.”

We do not, under ANY circumstances, speak of political assassination as a way of winning a nomination.

We do not “land under Bosnian sniper-fire”, trivializing the heroes who actually have to face this real-life death from above.

Considering that the orange menace was my alternative, I was honestly willing to move on, if you were just willing to take some damned accountability and learn from your mistakes, but this campaign you took the dishonesty to a new level.

You can lie to the FBI and Congress and apparently they will give you a pass, but the American people WILL NOT!!

It would have been nice if you would have used this last 18 months to do something redeeming, so at the very least I could lie to myself and say that you had learned some valuable lessons and were trying now.

But you don’t try.

You take us for granted and we are beyond tired of your lies.

We are Charlie Brown and you are Lucy and we are done trying to kick the football.

We are done trusting you, only to land flat on our backs.

This has gone far enough.

You are clearly incapable of handling even the simplest task without mucking it up beyond all recognition.

You cannot appoint people to high-positions in our government in exchange for donations.

You cannot set up a charitable foundation and then donate the money to YOURSELF!!

You cannot arm terrorists and deport refugee children and then expect informed people to support you.

Hillary Clinton, you are simply not a decent human being and I cannot vote for you.

You have burned all the bridges.


All you had to do was just be open and honest and you would have had my reluctant support, simply because you are, as you often remind us, not quite as bad as Trump.

But you couldn’t do that.

You could not treat us with basic human dignity.

You could not give us that which all humans inherently deserve.

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