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My Dog Died

Wow…has it been 5 months since my last post?  I wish I could commit to writing more frequently.  I’d like to put out more of my thoughts and feelings on a variety of matters; but the truth is if something doesn’t move me beyond my natural laziness barrier, I can’t find the motivation to write about it.

So, like the title says, my dog died Saturday night.  He was a little Jack Russell Terrier named Elric (named after Elric of Melnibone).  He was more my wife’s dog than mine.  He had been in declining health over recent months.  My wife and I had begun the conversation about putting him to sleep.  Then, Saturday evening, he passed away on my wife’s lap.

To be clear, this is not some tear jerker post about how awesome a dog he was.  I have no cool photos or heroic stories.  Much like my sentiments regarding my father, he was in my opinion not a great dog.  He was a dog.  A loyal companion.  A member of the family.  My wife will miss him.  I will not.  Though his passing did not please me, it also did not truly affect me.  Until this morning….

This morning on my ride in to work I began to think about a number of things relating to death.

My wife sat on the bed holding the deceased dog for a while.  She called me in to say good-bye.  When I went into the bedroom our Dobe “Kyrie” (his AKC name is Fate’s Kyrie Eleison) followed me in.  For those who wonder, yes… he’s named after the Mister Mister song, taken from the Latin meaning “Lord have mercy”.

Anyway, Kyrie walked over and put his nose against Elric’s nose and sniffed.  Then he laid down.  Not a sound.  Not an odd look.  Not even an extra sniff.  He just inhaled, knew what he needed to know, and moved on.  And I stood there asking myself one of life’s unanswerable questions.  “What does Kyrie think happened to Elric?”

A little later that evening Kyrie walked over to the bowls set aside for Elric and ate his food, and then he laid down on the couch and went about his normal day.  And I began to think about life and death.

It is a fact that all living things must someday die.  But, I think that when we witness the death of an animal or a person it brings to the forefront how fragile life truly is.  We confront our own mortality.  We begin to think about things.

I began to think about things.  I will try to convey those thoughts and the way in which I thought them by putting it like this.  Read each of the following sentences as fast as you possibly can, and then times that by two.  After a period of time I slow down the spinning cacophony of thought and focus on one or two at a time.  But in the beginning it happens like this:

What does Kyrie think?  Kyrie doesn’t seem to think anything.  I wonder if Elric dying makes Kyrie think about dying.  I wonder of Elric knew he was dying.  I wonder if he was afraid to die.  I am not afraid to die.  Of course I’m afraid to die!  Everyone is afraid to die!  Why am I afraid to die?  Because I don’t know if there is anything after this.  Which scares me more, the thought that there is something, or the thought that there is not?  Hmmm…good question, let me get back to you.  Bev is hurt.  Bev’s a big girl, and she knew this was coming.  Yes, but you should be kind to her.  I AM KIND TO HER! (in my own way)  She’s calling people.  I will probably call people.  She posted his death on FB.  So will I.  Why do people share pain with strangers (or friends for that matter)?  I don’t know…but that’s another good question, so let me get back to you on that one too.

And thus we arrive, finally, at today’s post.

Why do we (specifically I) fear death?  Why do people share pain?

The easy one first…

We share pain IMHO for essentially two reasons.

We want to feel connected to other people.  So, we share our pain so that we might receive comfort in return.  We are assured in these moments that our losses are felt by others and that we are not alone.  This is the likely reason Bev shared the loss of Elric via phone to those who knew him, and via FB to those who did not.

The second reason is a bit more nefarious, but still true.  Having grown up in church I watched on countless Sundays as people stood to give their testimonies.  It seemed that with each passing week the circumstances from which the Lord had saved folks got more and more dire.  What started out with “I’m just an old sinner saved by Grace”, became detailed accounts of drug use, prostitution, prison, child molestation…you name it.  It seemed to me the point was to say “look at me and all I’ve been through”.  Like the Lord had to take a couple extra steps to reach down to where I was at.  Or maybe simply to say, “You wouldn’t have made it through what I made it through”.

This is essentially the basis of Münchausen syndrome and Münchausen by Proxy.  When it reaches the level of full blown mental disorder.  Prior to that it falls under the age-old axiom that misery loves company.

Now, with regard to death…

It is the essence of life to know and be known; to see and be seen; to love and be loved.  Many people have a serious fear of being lost.  When you boil it down, what does that fear actually represent?  “What if I die out here and no one even knows?”  So too I think with death.

Tomorrow something will happen, but you will not be here to see it.  Your kids will grow up (or not); your wife will remarry (or not); your job will get done (or not); and you will not be here to witness it.  And so, in a very real sense, because you did not see it,  it did not happen.  Much like a child does not remember their birth.  They were simply here when they first became aware that they were here.

So death is the end of the story.  A story you very well may have not finished.  Suddenly, it’s over…and you have no idea how it ends.  But the truth is, it’s a circle…it never ends.  As such it is also, in many way, utterly meaningless.  You’re born, you procreate, you die; and the universe moves on unaware of your passing.

Unless of course you are religious.  Then you move on to a “better place”.  You live on eternally.  You break the circle, and suddenly life has meaning!  Wouldn’t that be awesome?!

Unfortunately, I’m more of a first scenario guy.  So I reckon I fear death to the extent that I do because I cannot imagine life going on without me.  I also imagine that the inability of a whole lot of people to face that simple reality is the reason there are so many people searching for spiritual meaning.

Perhaps not the deep psychological epiphany you were looking for.  But IMHO it’s the truth.  We fear death because we fear that we will be forgotten, and thus our lives had no meaning.  We seek comfort in religion because it promises us that we will remain.  Alive and aware, eternally a part of the story (and the best part if the writings are to be believed).  But then you have to ask yourself why it is that Christians cry at funerals…

Anyway, it’s about time to go home and bury the dog.  He deserves that.

 

 

 

 

 

The Living Years

I got a phone call Tuesday from my sister informing me that my father is on his deathbed. Stage 4 bone cancer. This on top of the dementia that has been eating away at his mind for the last several years. The last time I spoke to him it was a struggle to form a coherent sentence. He knew me, but could not tell me who my wife or kids were. That was a year or two ago, so I have no idea how far gone he is now.

Some of you may recall a song by Mike and the Mechanics from the early 90’s called “The Living Years”. The song is all about the distance and disagreement between a father and his son. The first verse says:

“Every generation blames the one before, And all of their frustrations come beating on your door.

I know that I’m a prisoner to all my father held so dear I know that I’m a hostage to all his hopes and fears I just wish I could’ve told him in the living years

Oh, crumpled bits of paper filled with imperfect thoughts,

Stilted conversations I’m afraid that’s all we’ve got

You say you just don’t see it he says it’s perfect sense , You just can’t get agreement in this present tense

We all talk a different language, talking in defense.”

 

That pretty well perfectly describes my relationship with my father. I did not listen to that song this morning on my drive in to work, but I heard it in my head nonetheless.

My father and I have been estranged for quite some time. So, as I type this post this morning I am not entirely sure how I feel about the news I have received. I guess, if I were a “normal” person I would have called in to work this morning, taken the rest of the week off, and rushed off to see him in his last moments. I didn’t do any of those things.

I did inform my manager of what was going on, simply because I am not sure how I am going to react. I wanted him to be prepared in case I abruptly left, or began sobbing uncontrollably, or something…

The thing is, I am as much a spectator in this situation as everyone else. I don’t know how I feel. I don’t know how I will feel. I have no idea how I will react when the anticipated passing of my father happens in what I assume will be the next few days. So I am, in many respects, watching a movie I’ve never seen before, and waiting to see what happens.

I think it’s entirely possible that when a new idea or concept strikes many of us we have a tendency to believe we have “discovered” something. Our epiphany is an epiphany for all mankind. I’m sure this is particularly true if we are considered (by ourselves or others) to be “smart”. But then you talk to someone else, or read something someone else wrote, and realize that there is nothing new under the sun.

Nevertheless, while exploring my thoughts and feelings on the matter I was struck by the notion that in the end our lives are really just a series of snippets in the memories of other people.

We are born, in many cases we procreate, and eventually we die. The circle of people who care about any of these things is relatively small. The number of lives most of us will touch is also relatively small. In the end, even if a whole lot of people know who we are, the people who actually feel our loss is a small subset of that number.

Who we were becomes a function of how we are recalled by those still living. Being forever silenced and unable to correct the record or defend ourselves, perception becomes reality. All the things we accomplished fade away. The awards and achievements, the degrees and certifications, all of the accumulated pieces of paper and plaques…all piled into a pine box alongside the husk of who we once were…and turned to ash and dust along with us.

All that remains are the smiles or frowns of those who knew us when, from time to time, we come to mind. The things we said or did traded in for the things people think we said or did. Nothing lasting, nothing permanent. In my case, having fathered two girls, not even my last name will carry on. All that will matter when all is said and done, is what those two girls think of me, when they think of me.

Lest I depart too sharply from my normal manner and thereby cause consternation amongst my friends, let me follow up by saying….I’ll be dead. So, in reality, I won’t know, or care, what anyone still alive thinks. It certainly does make for some interesting thoughts though…and no doubt quite a few tee-shirts and bumper stickers about how all that matters is how we treated others, etc.

Right now, in a house I’ve never seen, in a town I’ve never been to, surrounded by people I’ve never met…my father is dying.   When I imagined for a moment what going to his funeral might be like, and what I would say if I were asked to say something, I came to some conclusions. I guess it’s up to the reader to determine if those conclusions are sad, or insightful, profound, or ambivalent. I can’t rightly say.

For the record, and for those not familiar with the situation, I will briefly recap. My father left my mother in the most cowardly manner I could imagine. He was a pastor and he ran off with the church secretary. He married her shortly after his divorce from my mother went through because, as he explained to me at the time, they didn’t want to live in sin, “any longer than is absolutely necessary”.

My mother is, as are we all, a flawed woman. But she continually and constantly pounded one refrain into my mind from the time I was old enough to speak. “I hate a liar”. That can be translated over to, “I hate a hypocrite”. I did see, and still see, my father as a hypocrite. I believe he violated sacred covenants, abandoned his flock, led people astray, and committed a whole host of other things that his faith deems “sins”. Nevertheless, he did them. And he did them for the most base of reasons. I have never truly found it in my heart to forgive that.

That fact is in and of itself intriguing to me. I know women whose fathers sexually molested them, and they have found it within themselves to forgive them and attempt to repair the relationship. My father broke a vow to a God I don’t quite believe in, and (to be fair) he also lied to me in the process. But these things seem so much smaller than the things other people are able to see their way past. So I have to consider for a moment, is the failing his, or mine?

Not that I bear him ill will, or walk around with anger in my heart. I just added him to my internal list of people I prefer not to associate with. What that translates to is, in the last 15 years I’ve seen him once and spoken to him by phone 3-4 times.

I guess in my dad’s case what angered me was that he set himself up as a leader and an emissary of God, and then fell on his face. And he didn’t stumble over some unusual set of circumstances or extraordinary moral conundrum. He was tripped up by the same shit he lectured me on.

He demonstrated conclusively (in my mind) that Jesus isn’t changing hearts. He tore apart his own family, and the family of the woman he committed adultery with, and then he shrugged and said, “God forgives me, if you don’t that’s your problem”.

And now he’s dying.

What would I say if I were asked to say something?

My father was not a great man. Some would tell you he was a good man, and I wouldn’t rise to oppose them, though I would disagree. In the end, he was a man. He had his flaws. He had his vices. He had his shortcomings and failures. I do not begrudge him any of these things. We all have things about ourselves we are less than proud of. But he lacked honor, and was therefore not someone I chose to spend time with.

My father paid his bills, fed his kids, and served his country. He spent 4 years in the Air Force and the rest of his working life at NSA. He taught college courses, coached tee-ball, baseball, and softball. (An interesting aside, my dad was tried out to play Catcher for the Baltimore Orioles way back in the day.)

He gave to me my love of reading, chess, and debate. He taught me to think. And when he was younger and in decent shape, the man could play baseball.

He participated in the rearing of two moderately successful children. His progeny is no burden on society.

I hear that in recent years he got involved with child welfare and became some sort of court appointed advocate.

That’s it. That’s all I know about the man.

I recall a few ridiculous things like the way he would stick his tongue in his cheek when he was angry. I remember a few times we almost came to blows during my teenage years. I remember he was a bit of a clown, and enjoyed being the center of attention…which I suppose is the unspoken reason he chose to go into the ministry.

Mainly, since I hung up the phone with my sister, I have been thinking about more abstract things.

I wonder if he’s scared. I wonder if he’s even cognizant of what is happening. I wonder if he’s looking forward to “going on to be with the Lord”. Or is it possible that now that the question is no longer rhetorical, he has his doubts?

I wonder who has come to see him. I wonder, when I am in his position, who will come to see me? I wonder if he wonders if I will come…or if he even remembers my name. If he does remember my name, and does hope that I will come, will the last thing he feels be profound sadness? Is that my fault? Does it matter?

Assuming he has anywhere near a firm grasp on reality, I wonder does he look back on his life with regret, or satisfaction? I wonder how I would answer that same question.

In the end I am simply writing this because I am experiencing an event I will only ever experience once. I am not looking for pity or condolences. My father has not been an integral part of my life for a very long time. I won’t miss him more the day after he’s gone than I did on any given day last month.

I’m simply thinking about things, and seeing them, in a light that only shines once. So I’m capturing my thoughts and passing them on.

Maybe I’m just creating a snippet in the memory of someone else…

Inclusion and Diversity

A good friend of mine posted an article to LinkedIn about Twitter hiring a new VP of diversity and inclusion. In her comments she stated, “Diversity & Inclusion is necessary for long term success.”

I do in fact believe in inclusion, though my definition may not be up to snuff with whatever the social justice code word of the month is. But in the classic sense, I believe that people with relevant experience and opinions should be included in conversations. I believe that people with skills and expertise should have access to compete for open positions. I believe that access to things which are generally accessible, should include all the people who are interested in accessing them.

But I struggle with the notion that diversity is necessary for long term success.

The very history of this nation, and the fact that we are the most “successful” nation on this planet, kind of defeats that argument. We grew, and prospered, and defeated our enemies, and saved the world, and invented the most important stuff ever invented…all while being a nation primarily run by old, white, men. Which is not to say that we should be a nation run by old, white, men… but simply that it is entirely possible to have success without diversity. In fact, there are a number of fairly successful nations on this planet where diversity is pretty much against the law… Saudi Arabia for example.

If I run an accounting firm, and my employees spend all day adding and subtracting numbers…does the color of their skin matter? Is 2+2 more emphatically 4 if a black person says it? Is the math going to change because a Muslim quotes it? Are you going to pay less in taxes if your returns are prepared by a woman?

Diversity makes us feel good. It may even make us look good. It adds to our personal lives when we are able to discuss different cultures, beliefs, customs, etc. But it is, imho, wholly unnecessary for “success”.

My daughter is getting a college degree right now. She is doing the entirety of her program on-line. Thus her diversity is as low as it can possibly be, as she takes all of her classes alone. And yet, she is successfully completing her degree. She will also successfully obtain employment and begin a career. She will do this in the absence of diversity, and I don’t think it makes a bit of difference.

At the end of the day, it will be non-white, non-male, people who will disagree with me on this topic. I get that. But let me ask the next logical question…

Would the NAACP be more successful if they included white people in the interests of diversity?

Would NOW be more successful if they included men in the interests of diversity and inclusion?

Would whatever organization you support that discriminates against white, straight, male, Christian, Republicans be more successful if they included white, straight, male, Christian, Republicans in the interests of diversity?? Yeah…I didn’t think so.

In my personal experience when people say “diversity”, they mean that *I* should let *them* in. They NEVER mean that *they* should let *me* in.

American Values

In recent days various individuals and representatives of various groups have claimed that executive orders issued by the Trump administration do not represent “American Values”.  I have found this particularly interesting in light of recent protests.

At UC Berkeley last night property was destroyed, people were injured, police were assaulted.  All of this during a protest of a speech by a Breitbart news editor.  Oddly, I was under the impression that “Freedom of Speech” was an American value.  But it seems I was mistaken.

At The Women’s March in Washington speeches were given expressing vulgarities, profanity, and in one case discussion of bombing the Whitehouse.  I thought, apparently mistakenly, that public decency was an American Value.

The simple fact here is that the left is only in support of free speech if they agree with what you are saying.  They are only concerned about what their sons and daughters hear from national leaders, if those leaders are Republicans.  So they run ads saying “Our children our watching, what kind of President do you want them to see?”  But they have no problem with the filth that spewed out of the mouths of Madonna and Ashley Judd.  In fact, their children weren’t just watching, they were brought to the event.

The truth is, we are going to have to take this nation back from the left-wing loons now attempting to control it.  We have beaten them at the ballot box.  We have beaten them in the courts.  Now they want to reduce a difference of opinion to riots in the streets.  I’m afraid we’re going to have to beat them there too.

Amazingly, though 6 people were injured and tens of thousands of dollars worth of damage done, not a single person was arrested at Berkeley last night.  Clearly the police are either ill-equipped, or not motivated, to do their jobs.  We may have reached the point where we need to do it for them.

We may have reached the point where the only reasonable response is a proportional response.  Because people who refuse to have a discussion, or accept the results of an election, apparently understand nothing else.

IMHO the time has come to meet violence with overwhelming force.

It is sad that we have gotten to this place, but it is the left that has put us here.  It is simply up to us, the sane, rational, normal people of this nation to decide if we will allow anarchists to tear our nation down one brick at a time.

I, for one, am not okay with that.

 

Profiles In Courage

Maybe it’s me. Maybe I’m stupid.  Well…let’s not get carried away.  I most certainly am not stupid.  But I am clearly missing something.

Can someone explain to me how blocking traffic, inconveniencing people at airports, and lighting things on fire is supposed to make things better? Can someone explain how a thinking person can rationalize purporting to be defending American values, by rioting?  Could someone with a camera and microphone go interview one of these morons in the street and attempt to ascertain if they even know what “American values” are?

If I am hearing the message clearly, sitting around waiting to get shot, stabbed, or bombed is an American value. Importing people, without regard to the impact on our economy or national security is an American value.  Failing to uphold the law is an American value.  Elected officials instigating, supporting, and participating in civil unrest which negatively impacts their constituents, is an American value.  And lastly, members of an Administration directing other members of an administration not to enforce an Executive Order, is an American value.

Schmuck Schumer called the acting AG “a profile in courage”. This is to some degree funny, because Chuck Schumer has never witnessed, experienced, or embodied courage, so I am not sure how he would identify it.  Nevertheless, she found out what all the rest of us know.  When you refuse to do your job, you lose it.  If you doubt me, report to your job this morning and inform your boss that you intend not to follow or enforce several policies because you personally disagree with them.  I’ll wait….

The simple fact is that the Hollywood elites, the career politicians, and the snowflakes in the street, have no idea what “American Values” are. I don’t think they ever have.

It is funny to watch the limousine liberals with their private jets and their security details try to share a cause with the unwashed masses. People who sit on street corners smoking dope, don’t shower for days on end, and believe they have a right to disrupt the lives of the productive members of society who provide their sustenance.

I watched a video last night of people in vehicles moving through the crowds trying to block traffic. Some of them inched through, but a few just floored it and literally ran these protestors down.  I applaud these actions.  If you are going to illegally gather in the street and attempt to disrupt the flow of traffic, you absolutely deserve to be hit by a car.

Your dissatisfaction with the Trump administration does not grant you the right to prevent me from getting home, or to work. It does not entitle you to impede commerce.  It does not entitle you to stop traffic.

I have spent many hours writing about the dangers of, and arguing against, heavy handed, overreaching government. I do not advocate for government control of society.  I do not believe that, in general, the answer to every problem is a government agency or program.  But I have to say, if the police and federal officers cannot perform the most basic of functions (keeping the street clear), then what exactly do we need them for?

Personally, I am sick and tired of the professional protestors. I am tired of lectures from vapid millionaires in Hollywood.  I am tired of foreigner’s wants and needs being placed above our rights and security.  I am tired of people preaching about American Values, when they in fact exist to subvert and undermine everything America actually stands for.

It is generally accepted practice to question someone’s positions without questioning the patriotism. I am breaking with that practice.  I believe that the Democrat party as a whole, and the elected representatives in particular, do not care at all about America or American values.  They do not exist to protect, or serve, or further the interests of America.  They exist to oppose Republicans.  Period.  It is party before country, every step of the way.  I for one am sick of it.

Assclowns in the State Department are saying that the travel *moratorium* will not make our country safer. No…of course not.  Because continuing to allow unvetted refugees from war torn countries in the Middle East to enter our nation is clearly safer than not allowing them.  People actually say these things?  And other people believe them?  This is like saying a wall or fence around a prison doesn’t make the community safer.  Really?  Then why do we bother building them?

President Barrack Abu Nidal Hussein Shariek bin Obama claimed no foreign terror organization had struck America on his watch. No…we just had shit blown up in Boston, people killed in Orlando, stabbings on college campuses, shootings at military bases…the list goes on.  And many of these attacks were carried out in the name of Allah, by people who came to this country as immigrants and refugees.

So I would like to propose this course of action. Every movie star like Assclown Kutcher who wants to have these people in “his America”, should be required to personally house as many immigrants as their oversized mansions will accommodate.  Every moron in the street should have a Syrian refugee placed in their home.  Every Democrat who wants these people allowed into our country without proper vetting, should be forced to house them.

But that won’t happen will it? Because Democrats always want to spend other people’s money.  They want projects, but they want them in your jurisdiction, not theirs.  Because Ashton knows that the next place to get shot up will be some nightclub, or bowling alley, or Army base…and he won’t be there.  It’s easy to push to have these people brought into the nation when you know not one of them will be living in your gated, patrolled, protected community.

Please, stop the preaching. You have no idea what American Values are.  You have never met a real American, haven’t had a conversation with anyone who disagrees with you in years, and haven’t had to actually earn a dollar in your adult life.  You have no frame of reference for, or understanding of, American values.

In fact…if you think Syrian refugees are so awesome, maybe you should be in Syria attempting to relieve their suffering. You could tell them jokes.  Or maybe you could tell them about some rich, white, privileged woman who refused to do her job and got fired for it…and what a “profile in courage” she is.

No Racism

Much of what I am about to say has been or will be said on conservative radio today. Outside of that, you likely will not hear any of it on social media, the mainstream news, or in liberal blogs.  This is primarily due to the fact that liberals, as a group, are incapable of thought and fact based argument.  You may consider that a broad based accusation.  I consider it simply, the truth.

So let’s start with the notion of racism. If liberals were capable of thought they would understand the fact that selecting people originating from specific countries is not racism.  If it is anything it would be nationalism.  The thing the affected people have in common is their nation of origin, not their race.

Next, let us consider that no one has been “banned”. A moratorium has been placed on immigration from 7 nations, which were identified by the Obama administration and voted on by Congress to be placed on a list of “Countries of Concern”.  These are all nations known to harbor terrorists and/or sponsor terrorism.  The decision to implement a system whereby immigrants and visitors from these nations are more closely scrutinized is a sound one from a security perspective.

“It’s a Muslim ban!” No snowflake…it’s not.  If it were a Muslim ban there are 40 more predominantly Muslim nations which would also be on the list.  They are not.

“It’s Unconstitutional!” This one makes me laugh.  Not because I think violations of the Constitution are funny, but because I think hearing it from people who sat silent while Obama violated the constitution is funny.  For instance, people are up in arms about Trump’s proposal to deport around 2-3 million criminal illegals.  Meanwhile Obama actually did deport 2.4 million illegals, and no one said a word.  Explain that…

What’s truly sad is to hear members of Congress say that what Trump is doing is illegal and unconstitutional. The President has the authority to set immigration policy.  Just like Obama could decide to jack up the number of refugees coming in, Trump can decide to lower it.  It’s pretty simple and clear cut.  You don’t need an advanced degree to get it.

Lastly, no one has a right to enter this country. Not even you, snowflake U.S. citizen.  Once you leave you are subject to being allowed to return.  You can be pulled aside, questioned, have your bags inspected, etc.  And you may not be sent on your way until Customs and Immigration are content with your presence.  So the notion that a non-citizen has some sort of “right” to come here is comical.

It’s sad that liberals would rather put the safety and security of their fellow citizens in jeopardy than appear mean to immigrants. But, as Europe is finding out, when you cast open the door and allow middle-eastern immigrants/refugees from war torn, terror prone, nations to enter…you get the war and the terror along with them.  This is not a knock against the people per se.  it is simply an acknowledgement of reality.  Portions of the UK, France, Germany, and others, are learning this lesson as we speak.  As rapes, other crimes, and terrorist acts, increase across Europe.  As people with one way of thinking, which has no regard for women or basic human rights, move into and occupy land historically occupied by people with a diametrically opposed set of values.

It’s very simple when you boil it down.

Many people from these nations believe it is okay, in fact ordained by God, to treat women as cattle. They believe homosexuality is a crime.  They believe that Allah is God, Mohammed his prophet, and Sharia his law.  They do not accept, and will not accept, western culture and values.  Period.  Not all of them, but many of them.  We need to know which is which.

You may agree or disagree with various policies put forward by the Trump administration. But there is no argument that we need to properly vet ANYONE coming into this country.  Especially those coming from areas known to be terrorist enclaves.

This is just plain old common sense.

Which is why liberals don’t get it.