I watched the Republican convention last week.
I watched the Republican convention last week. I’ve never particularly liked political conventions of any flavor because they’re constantly sprinkled with outbreaks of embarrassing herd-instinct mantras.
People will start chanting and it’ll spread outward as those on the edges get “captured” by their need to be part of the pack. It’s harmless and simply one of those pimples that dot the human psyche, but I personally don’t care for it.
When audiences begin chanting something over and over, I cringe. The content doesn’t matter but realizing how easy it is to morph people into parrots is always disturbing.
My biggest objection to Democrats in power has little to do with their governing policies, although they’ve managed to instill dysfunction in every agency they’ve touched, even the Department of Defense. But that’s what they do, and to be fair, are getting better and better at it.
I’ve said before I’m not a huge fan of Donald Trump, but the two issues setting him far apart from the Dems which earn my unqualified support are borders and immigration. You can’t have a country with a national identity without borders.
Why do Democrats so oppose secure borders? With the probable exception of Obama, I doubt rank and file Democrats really want to kill the country. Yet, at their convention rabid support will be voiced for those illegally entering our country and even louder support for tens of thousands of Syrians being brought into the United States.
I’ll bet the vast majority of those folks wish only to escape their cesspool of a country and build a life here. However, we don’t know it and simply can’t. There’s no present way to effectively screen these folks because a reliable database doesn’t exist for secure vetting.
And while admitting most pose absolutely no risk, any sane person must realize that a few will come here to kill. I personally believe “any” are too many.
I like M&Ms and I bet you probably like them also. I can visualize Hillary and Bill and Chelsea and their new grandbaby sitting around a table with a jar in the middle containing 10,000 M&Ms.
If only one-half of one percent of those M&Ms contained a lethal poison, would they eat even one? Folks we’re only talking about 50 toxic candies out of 10,000.
Even if Hillary and Bill decided to challenge the slim probability percentage and grab a handful, would they invite their daughter to partake? How about a single one for their grandchild? I strongly doubt they’d expose their family to such needless risk.
Yet that’s exactly what Democrats in power are doing as you read this. They’re setting tables in towns and cities around the country with servings of Muslim refugees of whom perhaps only a tiny few are poisonous.
And worse, these ridiculous elites expect communities to suck it up and consume “candy” they personally wouldn’t, preaching to us the notion there’s “not much chance” an ISIS pathogen is in any particular jar. That’s sick and I’m totally sick of them. Restore borders and do not import terrorists.
Trump will do both so has my vote. So do peanut M&Ms. Yum.
Otis Gardner can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.