If you stop by our house anytime between now and November, there is a good chance you will have to discuss politics. For that, I am sorry. It seems the A Team has taken a bizarre interest in politics. All of them. Well, kind of. A3 mostly repeats what she hears the other two say, but she has been campaigning hard for Mermaid.
The interest started with a school project for A1 and it blossomed from there. A2, following in her sister's footsteps also got interested. A2 isn't quite as fanatical though. A1 is ride or die for her guy, while A2 is more interested in questioning and debating. Now, don't get me wrong, A1 is more than happy to debate, but she is just firm on her pick.
I have heard countless discussions on the candidates from the girls. They don't discriminate on age. They will bring up politics with anyone who can talk. A few weeks ago A1 had a friend over and of course they had to talk politics. It was pretty entertaining to listen to the doom and gloom coming from these 10 year olds. Both agreed neither candidate was a good choice, but neither could agree on who they would vote for, if they were old enough.
Yesterday, a news blurb come on about the DNC. Our friend, K, started chanting, "Trump, Trump, Trump!"
A2, with her wit and saracasam asked, "So, let me guess, you want Trump to win?"
K, surprised that someone would even question that, "Yes, don't you?"
A2, responded, "I don't really know yet. I still have time to decide. Why do you want Trump to win?"
K, slightly annoyed that A2 just wasn't getting it and that it was 8:30 AM, a little early for a deep discussion said, "Because A2, Hillary is a lair."
A2, wasn't done, "No, I know that. Why are you wanting Trump? What do you like about him?"
K, thought about it for a few seconds, "He has ideas, ideas that are good."
A2, trying to get to the bottom of this, "What ideas are good? What ideas do you like?" Who is this kid? She sounds so grown up, smart, inquisitive...
K, quick with her response, "You know, all of them."
A2, not sure where to go with the conversation, but needing it to go on added, "You know he wants to build a wall?"
K, not sure what to think of this wall, "What kind of a wall?"
A2, ready to share her info, "It will be a big wall. It will be somewhere in Mexi... Mexic... Mexicameria. It is to separate the Mexis... Mexios... Mexicas and the Am... Ameri... humans." Ok, this is where political advice from a 7 year old gets a little fuzzy. I try to stay out of their conversations, but I had to step in on this one.
"A2 the wall he wants to build is to keep Mexicans, who are people just like us, from coming into America illegally." I hoped this simple explanation would be enough, but I knew from past experiences it wouldn't be.
A2, of course, knew more than me and was ready to correct me, "No, mom. Mexicos are aliens. Aliens aren't human. I heard it on TV."
Ok, now I see where she is coming from, "That just means they are from a different place. If we went to Paris, we would be aliens. That doesn't mean they are green people from outer space."
"Oh." A2 was deep in thought and at a lose for words.
K picked up the slack in the convo, "I know Trump's daughter."
A2, absolutely impressed, "You do! How do you know her?"
K, confused, "I don't know her."
A2, really confused, "You said you knew her."
K, even more confused, "No, I didn't."
A2, confused but not ready to move on, "You did say you knew her."
K, confused and annoyed, "I don't know her. I saw her on TV. She has a weird name. Tiki, Kiko, Tovoa."
A2, "That is funny. Wanna play mind craft?"
And that was it.
It seems these two 7 and 8 year olds are just as informed as many of the adults trying to decide who to vote for in November. If you need help making a decision on who you should vote for, you are welcome to come over and talk it over with the A Team, then play a little Mine Craft after.
Showing posts with label politics. Show all posts
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Thursday, July 28, 2016
Thursday, May 5, 2016
Potential Political Problems
"MOOOOOOOM!" Screams of absolute fear and disgust rang through the house. Soon the screams were followed by pre-sobbing "Oh no, oh no, oh no!" Then the tears started. A2 was clearly upset by something awful; I assumed a spider, but couldn't figure out why she would turn to me in a bug emergency. She knows her dad is in charge of all bug issues.
Before my imagination could get any further, A2 was in my room panic-crying. "Mom, (sob) do (gasp) you (sob) know (snort) whatjusthappend?"
Well, no, I was upstairs enjoying the last few seconds of peace before my day got wild. "What happened?"
"We are all going to die!" in a rush before the gasp, gasp, gasp.
"What are you talking about, I don't understand?"
"I was just watching the news,"
MAC! Why in the world are you letting the girls watch the news before school!?!
"and we are all going to die. I just saw that Trump and that Hilary Clinton are the two running for president. Now we are all going to die."
"Well, first of all we aren't going to die because they are running for president. You don't need to worry about anything." Second, oh crap! She might be onto something. She is the psychic one after all!
She wasn't buying it, "No mom, I heard that Hilary murdered children. I am a children!" The crying continued.
"A2, she didn't murder children. Technically, she didn't murder anyone."
She didn't want to hear anything I had to say. "Nope, I heard on the bus that she murdered people and she will murder us if she is president."
"No, the way I understand it is that people are mad because she made a mistake that caused people to die and she isn't telling the truth about it. You know you should always tell the truth no matter what you did or how much trouble you will get into. Honesty is the best policy."
"Fine. I get it! If I murder someone I will tell you the truth even if our president didn't."
UGH! I think she missed my message. Seriously though, this was all before 7AM, so what more do you want? I should have revisited this conversation, but I didn't. I wanted her to sleep to recharge, so she can stump me again tomorrow morning.
Before my imagination could get any further, A2 was in my room panic-crying. "Mom, (sob) do (gasp) you (sob) know (snort) whatjusthappend?"
Well, no, I was upstairs enjoying the last few seconds of peace before my day got wild. "What happened?"
"We are all going to die!" in a rush before the gasp, gasp, gasp.
"What are you talking about, I don't understand?"
"I was just watching the news,"
MAC! Why in the world are you letting the girls watch the news before school!?!
"and we are all going to die. I just saw that Trump and that Hilary Clinton are the two running for president. Now we are all going to die."
"Well, first of all we aren't going to die because they are running for president. You don't need to worry about anything." Second, oh crap! She might be onto something. She is the psychic one after all!
She wasn't buying it, "No mom, I heard that Hilary murdered children. I am a children!" The crying continued.
"A2, she didn't murder children. Technically, she didn't murder anyone."
She didn't want to hear anything I had to say. "Nope, I heard on the bus that she murdered people and she will murder us if she is president."
"No, the way I understand it is that people are mad because she made a mistake that caused people to die and she isn't telling the truth about it. You know you should always tell the truth no matter what you did or how much trouble you will get into. Honesty is the best policy."
"Fine. I get it! If I murder someone I will tell you the truth even if our president didn't."
UGH! I think she missed my message. Seriously though, this was all before 7AM, so what more do you want? I should have revisited this conversation, but I didn't. I wanted her to sleep to recharge, so she can stump me again tomorrow morning.
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
Politics: my two cents
My two cents.
Let me preface this by saying that I hate politics. Anytime I am around a political discussion, even if I agree with what is being said, I get awful knots in my stomach. Anyone who knows Mac, now understands why I rely on my essential oils for upset stomachs. As much as I hate politics, he loves politics. He loves the debate and discussion. Even typing this right now, I feel hives decorating my arms. UGH, I really don't like politics.
Actually it might not be the politics I don't like, it is the meanness and hatred that politics brings out in people. It seems like anytime we get close to a big campaign year, people forget everything they learned in kindergarten. They forget how to be nice and respectful of others. They forget that we shouldn't call names and make fun of people. We make fun of the way candidates dress, style their hair, and talk. We make fun of flubs and mistakes candidates say. Thank goodness, I don't have people following me around reporting on all the crazy misuses of words during the day! We make fun of the candidates for having different ideas and ways of doing things. Not only do we make fun of the candidates, but we also make fun of each other. We praise the bullies.
Tonight I was browsing Facebook, looking for a break from writing and cashing in on my reward for making my 1,000 word goal. I allowed myself a 5 minute social media break. I wanted to see pictures of my friends' kids, posts about my friends' day, and a joke or two. Instead what I saw really made me mad, like I am talking furious. It almost made me want to start deleting friends. I had to stop to talk it out with Mac, because I just couldn't let it go, like my rational mind told me too. Mac, of course, encouraged me to be angry. Anger is more of his thing than mine.
As I was scrolling FB, I noticed several of my friends posting viral videos from Trump visiting Springfield last night. It seems that a young lady who is friends with many of my friends attended the Trump campaign stop with the intend of being a jerk. She sat directly behind him and held up a book while he talked. This has apparently gone viral. I will not post a link, because even my writing about it is giving it more attention than what it is worth.
Here are my thoughts:
1. If you don't like him, fine with me. Just don't be rude.
2. This event was sold out, I guess, the tickets were free, but they were all gone, so it is probably still called sold out. and you took a ticket to go to something you really didn't want to go to. You took a ticket from someone who would have enjoyed going.
3. The intent for doing this is hateful.
4. My friends who are praising this young lady, I now question your judgement.
5. We now have to spend time in school teaching students how to be "good audience members." I thought it was silly, until I saw this. It is apparent something went wrong somewhere and now we think this behavior is acceptable.
I won't ever understand people who are mean just for the sake of being mean or people who "worship" this type of behavior. This is nothing more than being a bully on a large scale. I wished I lived in a time where we supported each other. A time where we could accept differences. Love each other for being ourselves. I will continue to teach my girls right from wrong; not to be mean just to be mean, not to be rude for a laugh, and not to be hateful towards people different ideas.
I can't handle the bully mentality, even if you are bullying people you don't know, you are still being a bully. I may have to take a long break from social media. I don't think there are enough essential oils to get me through this election cycle.
Let me preface this by saying that I hate politics. Anytime I am around a political discussion, even if I agree with what is being said, I get awful knots in my stomach. Anyone who knows Mac, now understands why I rely on my essential oils for upset stomachs. As much as I hate politics, he loves politics. He loves the debate and discussion. Even typing this right now, I feel hives decorating my arms. UGH, I really don't like politics.
Actually it might not be the politics I don't like, it is the meanness and hatred that politics brings out in people. It seems like anytime we get close to a big campaign year, people forget everything they learned in kindergarten. They forget how to be nice and respectful of others. They forget that we shouldn't call names and make fun of people. We make fun of the way candidates dress, style their hair, and talk. We make fun of flubs and mistakes candidates say. Thank goodness, I don't have people following me around reporting on all the crazy misuses of words during the day! We make fun of the candidates for having different ideas and ways of doing things. Not only do we make fun of the candidates, but we also make fun of each other. We praise the bullies.
Tonight I was browsing Facebook, looking for a break from writing and cashing in on my reward for making my 1,000 word goal. I allowed myself a 5 minute social media break. I wanted to see pictures of my friends' kids, posts about my friends' day, and a joke or two. Instead what I saw really made me mad, like I am talking furious. It almost made me want to start deleting friends. I had to stop to talk it out with Mac, because I just couldn't let it go, like my rational mind told me too. Mac, of course, encouraged me to be angry. Anger is more of his thing than mine.
As I was scrolling FB, I noticed several of my friends posting viral videos from Trump visiting Springfield last night. It seems that a young lady who is friends with many of my friends attended the Trump campaign stop with the intend of being a jerk. She sat directly behind him and held up a book while he talked. This has apparently gone viral. I will not post a link, because even my writing about it is giving it more attention than what it is worth.
Here are my thoughts:
1. If you don't like him, fine with me. Just don't be rude.
2. This event was sold out, I guess, the tickets were free, but they were all gone, so it is probably still called sold out. and you took a ticket to go to something you really didn't want to go to. You took a ticket from someone who would have enjoyed going.
3. The intent for doing this is hateful.
4. My friends who are praising this young lady, I now question your judgement.
5. We now have to spend time in school teaching students how to be "good audience members." I thought it was silly, until I saw this. It is apparent something went wrong somewhere and now we think this behavior is acceptable.
I won't ever understand people who are mean just for the sake of being mean or people who "worship" this type of behavior. This is nothing more than being a bully on a large scale. I wished I lived in a time where we supported each other. A time where we could accept differences. Love each other for being ourselves. I will continue to teach my girls right from wrong; not to be mean just to be mean, not to be rude for a laugh, and not to be hateful towards people different ideas.
I can't handle the bully mentality, even if you are bullying people you don't know, you are still being a bully. I may have to take a long break from social media. I don't think there are enough essential oils to get me through this election cycle.
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