But hey, why stop there? Every time I see a homeless person carrying a coat in the hot weather because it's part of the collection of few belongings he or she must cling to for the days when the cold sets in, I wonder why tax dollars go flying out of this nation to countries around the world that hate our guts. If I'm to be taxed to death and hassled by the IRS, let it be for the reason of clothing and feeding Americans at home, not the rest of the world.
And every time I read of an immigrant who comes to our shores and is given the opportunity to attend a high-end school, as was the case with our lovely Boston Marathon bomber, I wonder why some kid who has lived in public housing and never had a chance to escape didn't get that scholarship or break, instead. I'm sure Code Pink would oppose the kid even getting the chance to attend a charter school.
And when it comes to disaster relief, where are all the donations and people from other countries helping the folks in Oklahoma who were devastated by the storms of last week or those left to languish from Sandy last year? Some people who received help from the government years ago, after Hurricane Katrina, are now being chased down by their government, which is claiming their monetary help was a loan that they must repay.
Yes, Code Pink, I don't want any more Americans in foreign wars, either. But likely for a different reason. It's not because I don't believe in defending our nation. And it's not for some late-1960s VW van throwback, feel-good, peace sign moment.
It's because I'm tired of seeing great young Americans fight and die in dusty, nasty lands where the people we "liberate" hate us just as much as their oppressors. All to defend the "right" for the lady from Code Pink to run her mouth at will and interrupt our president -- even if he doesn't know when to say, "Oh, shut up."
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