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That Time We All Begged Obama To Help Syrians

Got a little steamed up on Facebook this morning. Posted this in response to an asinine comment on a friend’s wall. Posting it here because I want to hold onto this outrage. Unlike our outrage at celebrities, this one is, I think, worth nursing.

The Background

  1. Bashir Al-Assad has attacked his people with chemical weapons. Again. Or maybe he hasn’t, and we need to investigate it further before we act1
  2. The Russians are blaming the rebels. The US is blaming Assad. Trump is saying it hurts his heart and we should probably Do Something.
  3. A friend posted this heart-wrenching BBC story about a young man who lost his entire family, including his 10 month old twins. (You don’t have to watch it. You can imagine.)
  4. And in the comments someone my friend allows to communicate with her for some unknown reason, turned it into an advertisement for the Idiot-In-Chief.
Quote: Trump did what Obama couldn't and finally we are taking a stand as a strong country again

“Trump did what Obama couldn’t and finally we are taking a stand as a strong country again”

I couldn’t even.

And then I could. (Before I knew that Trump had ordered an attack)

Reposted below.

That Time We All Begged Obama To Help The Syrians

I agree. Obama should have taken action when we concluded in 2013 that Bashir Al-Assad had used chemical weapons on his own people. But if he “couldn’t”, let’s ask why.
Was it because the American people, sick of 12 years of wars in Afghanistan and Iraq (which had nothing to do with the 9/11 attacks) demanded the president bring troops home?
 
Was it because, in 2013, the Republicans in congress shut down the government, rather than compromise over the budget? If we couldn’t even agree on a budget, how were we going to pay soldiers we sent into a new war?
 
Was it because the citizens of the great United States of America, that grand experiment in liberty and democracy, were too busy being outraged by Miley Cyrus’s twerking to read about the strangers across the globe being gassed by their own government?
 
Was it because that president understood that he was there to do what we told him, and we did not tell him to intervene in Syria?
 
Was it because he didn’t love his Muslim buddies as much as we thought he did, after all?
 
Was it because the Republicans were, in the wake of Sandy Hook, too busy opposing gun control measures that would expand background checks and limit who could buy military-style assault weapons?
 
Or was it because he–and only he– didn’t care?
 
That’s right, I remember how everyone was talking about the Syrians’ suffering.
I remember how Congress pleaded with him to help the burgeoning humanitarian crisis.
I remember when Doctors Without Borders begged for our help to keep a maternity hospital open so that those conjoined twins (among others) could get help and we told our government to help; and I remember how the twins (and all the other babies) went on to live  happy and full lives.
I remember when we opened our doors to the refugees fleeing this crisis, and when we housed and fed hundreds of thousands of them.
 
Oh wait. No I don’t.
 
We didn’t care, so he couldn’t do a thing.
WE didn’t care, so we encouraged this president to ban them from seeking refuge here.
WE DIDN’T CARE, until it suited us to use it as a political football.
 
Shame on President Obama for not acting. Shame on President Trump for turning away the refugees. Shame on us for ignoring this slaughter for years and years and years.

[Updated 1: 35 pm 7 April 2017] Some More Things

Retweeted by @SolomonJones1

Trump tweeting about NOT attacking Syria

“He calls it as he sees it”

  1. Bearing in mind that a, I wrote this before I knew Trump had sent missiles, and b, Kennedy spend WEEKS deliberating what to do about the Cuban Missile Crisis….

Election Night (for the uninitiated)

We turned on the TV at 7, when the coverage began. All the stations had their maps and their stuff up and down the sides of the TV screen and scrolling underneath. They all had a billion ‘experts’ at the ready, but of course, they had nothing to report because the polls hadn’t closed ANYWHERE at that point.

So we played a game and kept the TV on in the corner as the results started pouring in. The TV stations here ‘call’ each state (as you may remember from the 2000 debacle) and they called a few big ones for Obama while we were playing so I was getting increasingly distracted. We finished up at some time after ten when they had ‘called’ Ohio for Obama. This was big. No-one has lost Ohio and won the presidency in a thousand years, or something like that. I started to get a little bit excited. I squashed it down because, you know, I’m from Scotland and getting optimistic about stuff like ‘winning’ anything doesn’t tend to turn out well. I’d already had the Phillies winning the World Series, surely I couldn’t hope for any more?

I bolted from the table the moment I had lost the board game (!) and hunkered down in my armchair. It was so nice to be watching an election without that sinking feeling that has become so familiar. I was actually starting to hope. I hadn’t sat this far into election night coverage before, because I was usually so disenchanted both by the results and the coverage, that I couldn’t stand to watch. Not this time.

At 11 pm the polls on the west coast were due to close and I was expecting the TV stations to wait a decorous amount of time before making some cautious predictions. Silly me.

At 11.01, they came back from a commercial break and said, “We have news.” They slapped up a graphic of Barak Obama with the legend “44th President of the United States of America” and added “Barak Obama has won the Presidency” and cut to scenes of cheering crowds and people crying and flag-waving, bemused children.

A collective “Huh?” filled our living room as three Scots tried to figure out how that had happened.

For the first time all evening, the news folks stopped wittering and just showed the crowds. There was no explanation, but apparently they had gone with the foregone conclusion that he had won most of the west coast, and had only waited to call it, for dramatic effect.

It was pretty dramatic.

I looked on with narrow-eyed skepticism until I saw John McCain walk out onto the stage at his hotel, to give his concession speech. They don’t do that unless they are sure they have lost. I’ve always thought it was an awful thing to do, especially when they do it before the polls have closed in the last two states, (poor Alaska and Hawaii. Maybe next time they can be allowed a five hour head-start and can start casting their votes at 7 pm the night before, just to give them a chance to be heard for once!). But this time I didn’t mind so much. I realised a maniacal grin had spread across my face and I was starting to believe this was real.

It was nice to be able to feel compassion and admiration for John McCain again as he talked (even if he did still seem to think Sarah Palin was a good idea), instead of just being scared.

And when Obama came out to speak, I sat forward in my seat and lapped up every word. There may have even been a tear (but I blame Jesse Jackson who was in the crowd crying like a baby, and I never can look at a man cry without joining in). It was great. He was statesmanlike, he was presidential.

This is our Kennedy moment.

(I just hope it doesn’t turn out the same way.)

This reminds me of having a baby. You hope for it and anticipate it for so long, and it’s exciting and phenomenal when it happens. And then you immediately start fervently praying to God to keep him safe.

Post-Election

Gosh it’s hard to concentrate today.

I have to say, I am just thrilled with the election result here in the US.

I think I live in a pretty Republican neighbourhood so I’ll have to watch that I’m not too jubilant when I see everyone (because that would be in bad taste, and because I don’t think anyone is 100% right or 100% wrong on anything – gosh, how liberal of me. Why is that a dirty word, again? Oh right. Maybe it’s not anymore).

But I’m so relieved that the US seems like less scary place today. Especially since I live here.

Woo-hoo!

Despicable

Sarah Palin is accusing Barak Obama of “palling around with terrorists” because he served on a charitable board with a man who was a violent radical 40 years ago. A New York Times article that examined the relationship declared that the two men lived in the same neighborhood but ‘did not appear to be close’.

I hate this kind of politics. it is dishonest and it’s mean and it gets untruths out there that are repeated as facts (hands up, everyone who ‘knows’ that Obama is a Muslim and doesn’t put his hand on his heart for the pledge of allegiance).

Attack his record, by all means. Question his policies. Disagree with his plans. Tell people why they should REALLY vote for you. But don’t just try to smear other people’s characters disingenuously saying ‘people have a right to know’. If people have a right to know, then provide them with all the facts. Don’t indulge in the kind of playground activities that would make your own children come home from school in tears. Aren’t we grown ups?

Oh, and in the interests of balance, Palin has not said those other two things about Obama as far as I know; and that chain email about Sarah Palin trying to ban books: Politifact.org gave it a “Pants on Fire” rating on its Truth-o-meter.