i worry

Every once in a while I read my Facebook posts and I think, “wow, this guy comes on way too strong.” And then I think, “but why doesn’t everyone come on this strong? How are the streets not filled with righteously furious citizens every day?” And then I think, “Maybe half of everybody don’t care, another quarter don’t know, and an eighth are afraid of speaking out. But I sure am proud to be part of the other eighth.”

I’m not even a US citizen. My work visa could vanish in a puff of politics any day now. I could get bounced at the border by a pro-Chump officer skimming my FB posts and casually deciding I don’t deserve to come in. That’s where we’re at right now. Someone who loves all the things about America that truly make it great and who cheerfully pays a lot of money in taxes might get refused entry at the border because he can’t stop re-posting news articles with verifiable facts about the corrupt people in power.

So. I come on strong. I speak up. Even though I’m a guest. Because I am a guest. My tone has been called aggressive, or condescending, and for that I apologize because I don’t mean to offend. I want to challenge. I want to engage. I want everyone mad enough to storm Google to research the answers to prove me wrong or to find out that I’m right.

I don’t need to be right. I need you to find out whether or not you’re right. THAT would make America great again.