Roots

Let’s take a state in which a resident has long-term roots. Here’s my recipe for disaster to ruin his life.

Add a spoonful of politician who taints the state. Stir in 1/4 cup of presidential ambition.

Let’s add two cups of ego, 1/2 cup of false bravado, a cup of anti-human rights medicine that extends to anyone that doesn’t look like oneself to include hatred against races, gender, religion, and actual or perceived sexual orientation.

Add a tablespoon of his own medicine, from Mr. Pence, how he sleeps at night. Add 1 teaspoon about how he really feels about his family while espousing hatred against voters.

No, I will not include cyanide in this recipe because he needs to live through this, Governor, and face those with roots in what you think is your state. It is the state of your residents, your voters. You may take a fall politically for your party because you’ll never be president, but when you do so you take a fall for everyone in your state. Sorry, you were thinking about yourself, not “them.”

My family and friends have roots in the state you govern. Right now they are embarrassed to claim to do so. Why? You. When I worked in politics years ago I knew that the bureaucrats just waited for the elected politicians to leave office so they could keep the balance and eliminate extra work.

I vote in this instance for those who have deep roots in democracy, thoughtfulness of others, and pride in their State. Discrimination is hatred. Those with roots will save and grow those roots for good. You, as a politician, will go by the wayside. Let’s hope you have a day job. Cheerily, Dee

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s