This Time It’s Personal

I’ll just warn you – this posts gets all kinds of political… And there is strong language..But I HAVE to say this.

When the nation that we live in, and the very LEADERS who are supposed to guide and protect and be an example for us, are so morally bankrupt… it makes me wonder if I REALLY, ACTUALLY helped my BLACK son’s life be better by bringing him here to this country…

I honestly, literally, don’t even know at this point…

What I do know is know that the people who did this and the people who support them are not the majority of our country. But what the FUCK consolation is that when my son could be subjugated… ostracized… KILLED just for being a COLOR???? And that the president of our United States thinks the fault for this would be “on both sides”??????

“Is your favorite color blue or gray? Blue? <bullet through brain>”

Geez, I mean HE IS the one who picked blue so it’s clearly his fault to some extent that he’s DEAD, right? …

Except……. it’s not like my 6 YEAR OLD STAR WARS OBESSED POLICE OFFICER WORSHIPPING SUPER HEROS ADORING WW2 FIGHTER PLANES FANBOY BABY LOVING STAR SPANGLED BANNER SINGING CLEARS THE DISHES WITHOUT EVEN BEING ASKED sweet, silly INNOCENT **child*** got to choose what color he is.

I. CANNOT. EVEN.

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tpanek

Wife of more than 20 years, mom, wrangler of a houseful of furbabies, and certified crazy person… Writing has always been a passion. I’m also an avid reader of everything from sci-fi/fantasy to historical accounts of creepy medical history. My first book A Home For Baby Acorn can be found on Amazon and Blurb, and my first adult venture – Wait, What Were We Talking About – will be available later this year.

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