In a Vacuum

You know how some days you just feel like you’ve been in a vacuum? Whether you’re stuck in a seminar or volunteering at school or even just running errands – being cut off from information can make you feel like you’ve missed a lot once you plug back in.

I threw a roast in the crockpot and left the house this morning at 7:35 to get the girls to their schools and make it to the high school in time for an 8 AM meeting with my son. Normal crazy crap followed; a stop at the credit union, a hair appointment to cover up my sparklies before my gianormus birthday next week, then picking up my husband at the mechanics to drag him with me as I zig-zagged the city, running to four different stores for my Thansgiving grocery list AKA the seventh circle of hell.

People are rude, store shelves are lacking (really?! one bag of gluten free stuffing between four stores?!), and I feel like everything is overpriced. Plus I had a headache from a screaming child I swear was following me around in store number one.

But I digress.

Returning home, I Tetris-stacked my bulging pantry, rearranged the freezers, shredded the beef roast in the crockpot for dinner, got everyone’s homework completed, backpacks packed, and showers started and now look forward to cleaning up the kitchen, starting a load of laundry, and going through mail. It is currently half past six and I still haven’t even sat down yet, much less eaten dinner. Honestly, I’m afraid if I do sit down, it’ll all be over and I won’t be able to get back up again. (#DownForTheCount)

Lucky for you, I possess technology that allows me to talk into my headphones as it types this blog into WordPress for me and I continue to tend to my little ones.

Since I was in a vacuum all day today, I was thrilled when I checked in on Twitter tonight to see that more than 25 governors have come forward to say they will refuse any more Syrian refugees entrance to their state! The threat made toward France by the Islamic state was crystal clear, it was only a matter of time before they made good on it. In that same threat, they said while they wished to seek revenge on France for their part in the war, American blood was much sweeter.

The threat is real. It was real in France and it is real in America. If you don’t know that, you don’t spend mere days in a vacuum – you live there, my friend.

I also see that a lot of people are using my religion to attack me on Twitter regarding my position on this issue. My response is simple: I volunteer and contribute to organizations in my community which support local low income individuals and families who already need a hand up. I do not condone giving anyone a hand out. ‘Teach a man to fish’ was the way I was raised and it is the philosophy I practice and preach.

Also interesting is that quite a few people have accused me of not being compassionate to the Syrian refugees’ plight to escape the atrocities they face from ISIS. Actually, I put myself into the refugees’s shoes to really think about what I would do. Let’s say fellow Christians were to suddenly rise up and become a radical group in my America and they were causing harm to or murdering other Christians’ as part of their so-called religion. There is no way in hell I would leave. I would stand and fight for the sake of my country, my children, and my beliefs – not to mention to stand up for and represent the true meaning of Christianity if they were to pervert their interpretation of the Holy Bible we all read from! I would not encourage any Christian Americans, much less hundreds of thousands, to flee our homeland and possibly infect other countries with the very threat we fear. Especially if they were operating under the guise of the religion we belong to.

Maybe it’s just me, but knowing the implications, I would rather die in my own country standing up for myself and others. And maybe that is the problem these days – that more people would much rather be a drain and take the easy way out (yes I’m looking at you, college kids) instead of standing up and owning their situations – what ever they may be.

Am I the only one who feels like the Democrats still pushing to allow these refugees into our country are treating the situation much like they did Obamacare when they said, ‘we’ll just have to pass it to see what’s in it’? Now we’re not talking about increasing insurance premiums or losing our doctors, we’re talking about inviting a terrorist threat to our nation and its people!

So as I move onto the next crazy phase of my evening, I will thank my state’s Governor Scott Walker for including Wisconsin in the list of states refusing these refugees and pray that more people open their eyes to the very real threat that this situation poses to them, their children, and our country. To survive as a nation, we need more people to speak up and pull those who live in the vacuum out into the real world.

To those who choose to attack my religion as a way to spin my feelings on this situation I say this: God may be my father, but I am not Jesus. You can opine about what he would do all you want. For me and my family, I say the governors standing up for their citizens have the right idea in stopping the flood of potential attacks like we saw last week in Paris from spreading onto American shores.

My two cents: until we have a way of properly vetting any refugees, regardless of nationality or religion, we should not flood our nation with them! It’s not charity if you are putting more people in a potentially deadly situation and using un-vetted refugees as an experiment of civility in American cities is irresponsible and dangerous.

Now if you’ll excuse me I have a kitchen to clean and a country to save.

3 thoughts on “In a Vacuum

  1. It’s the not standing up for your own home that gets me. Stand up, fight for your self. Fight for your family and friends. Don’t run. Then complain that the accommodations you’ve received are inadequate. Maybe it’s just how Americans are wired, but we don’t run. We’d rather go down swinging and in a barrage of bullets than turn tail and run. We’re a rare breed, apparently.


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