I had a revelation on Twitter today:
Alecia Moore could go by the name @Pink Hart if she wanted to. And I think we would all be richer for it.— Jodi Smith (@PinkyMcLadybits) August 16, 2017
I mean, we aren’t here for that one, but I blew my own mind. This is the one that prompted this post:
I'm seriously asking: how does @KidRock feel about Trump's remarks? He attends NAACP fundraisers. His son is mixed race. Actually asking.— Jodi Smith (@PinkyMcLadybits) August 16, 2017
There are photos of Kid Rock, aka Robert Ritchie, and his son at an NAACP fundraiser. Ritchie has spoken in the past about his son, who is biracial. So how can he continue to support Trump after those horrific remarks in the wake of Charlottesville?
Sarah Palin is another Trump supporter. She has a son with Down Syndrome. How does she sleep at night knowing she supports the thing that did this:
Vice-Joke Mike Pence has described himself as a Christian who puts his faith before the Republican party. Then how do you condone working for and with a twice-divorced sexual predator who has publicly spoken about women in disgusting and morally reprehensible ways? How do you cling to a claim of religious faith when you are more than happy to ride on the Made In China coattails of a repugnant bully and coward?
Everyone’s a hypocrite. You, me, your mom, and everyone else. I’m a hypocrite about things like the person that cooks shouldn’t have to do the dishes, unless my husband cooks. At that point, he gets to do the dishes too. Ridiculous stuff that might be shared with friends in a moment of annoyance or hilarity is where my hypocrite comes out to play.
But these people? I cannot reconcile the idea of turning my back on a family member, on my personal moral beliefs, or anything equally important just to ensure a particular political party gains power. It makes me sick to think that there are people that do this, lying to themselves about how it is alright to vote for Trump because of one aspect of Republican rhetoric and ignore those pieces they find abhorrent. There are people who think that as long as they only believe in specific pieces of the deeply flawed whole, they are without responsibility or blame. They’re wrong, but they can’t allow themselves to admit it. How could they? Then what sort of people would they be?