Finally exasperated

Okay, friends and neighbors. I have reached the breaking point. I’m going to do something I vowed I would never do. I’m going to block or unfriend some people on Facebook over politics. I had hoped for reasonable discussion, but it’s not there.

I am tired to death of statistics when talking about police brutality. One death of an unarmed black boy is one too many, and statistics will never convince me otherwise. When I mention the Chicago policeman who fired I think 14 times into a boy already down and writhing in the streets, statistics don’t matter a darn. We have a police brutality problem. The majority of officers are dedicated to doing their duty, dispensing justice fairly, but we have too many who are rogue, whose sense of power is inflated by the badge and the gun.

When a Supreme Court nominee turns in obvious horror from the father of a Parkland murder victim, I do not want to hear that it is was the wrong time, the wrong place. How good would your judgment be if you lost a child to random gun violence? It was a moment for compassion, not one to recoil as though a leper tried to touch him.

I am tired of people who make sweeping generalizations (All Democrats are anarchists) without any knowledge or basis of fact. Don’t they read newspapers, watch anything but Fox? .Do they really believe Beto is a thug and a punk rocker?

I am tired of people who can support trump in spite of the atrocities of his administration, the corruption, the obvious incompetence.

I watched a clip of Beto on the Ellen Show today—he praised her for representing the qualities he wants in America; kindness and joy, caring for others. I too want those things. I don’t want to live in a country ruled by old white men without hearts or souls, without an ounce of compassion.

These things I am not: burning for open borders for our country—what an idiotic accusation, and yet its been flung my way. We need immigration control, and everyone recognizes it. It’s just that we need a reasonable system that is not based on race, creed or quotas. I don’t want to abolish ICE—some branches do good work. I do want to curb and perhaps abolish the branch that deports people willynilly, whether they’re guilty or not, and tears families apart, locks children in cages. I don’t want to murder small children, but I do want to let women decide what to do with their own bodies, not that same bunch of old white men. I want to do away with whatever authority allows banks to freeze people’s accounts until they prove their citizenship.

Peace, my friends, and go about your lives with joy and kindness. I’m still going to speak out. I just won’t hear some voices—and they won’t hear mine. Just as well.