What’s in a word? Plenty. Especially when it comes from the President of these United States.
When I was young, the word “shit” was out of boundaries. Shit, along with a few other choice words which I shall not print, was considered a “curse” word. I think in the South it referred to as “cussing”.
And because the president of the United States uses this word to describe other countries and continents–what kind of message is this giving to children? That’s it’s okay to use that language at a young age? No. It isn’t–and that comes from gutter mouth me!
If one of the nuns who taught me had ever caught me so much at mouthing that word silently, I would have been slapped across the face. Hell, I had been slapped across the face by Sr. Mary Josephita for giving an answer in a tone of voice she did not like.
You don’t mess with the nuns. Never!
If I had uttered the word “shit” in front of my mother as a child, I would have gotten a slap across the face and a bar of soap in my mouth for dessert. Hell, she slapped me when I was thirty years old for dropping the “eff” bomb in front of her—at her house. Apparently, I wasn’t allowed to use that language in her home—at thirty years old.
My mother may have looked sweet–but I didn’t mess around with her! No foul language in her presence. At any age!
Not much shocks me.
Seriously–what came out of that imbecile’s mouth yesterday gave me the shock of my life!
But yesterday, when I heard and read that the man who was elected president, with the help of the Russians, referred to the continent of Africa, along with Haiti, as “shithole” countries, I damn near shit my panties.
Let’s take a look at this word—shall we? Shithole:
The president of the United States likened an entire continent, along with its countries, as well as other countries to this ramshackle house that is in a very horrific state of disrepair and condemnation.
Now—I’m sure many of us have used this word in conversation. I know I have. Here’s an example of when I’ve used this word:
I’ve used the words to my kids when they were younger: “Hey. Clean up your rooms”. “Whady’a think this is?” “A shithole”?
I was referring to an untidy mess filled with objects. I wasn’t referring to a country or continent of people.
However, for a person in the public eye, and for a (fake) leader of our America to have the audacity to call any other country or continent on this earth a “shithole” is so vile, vulgar, ignorant and disgusting. It literally turns my stomach.
I am a firm believer that had Dr. King lived, he would have been President–and should have.
OMG. This guy! Scott Joplin. In my opinion, he is THE best American composer ever! EVER!
And Rosa Parks. Fierce and empowering. And all had roots going back to Shithole countries!
Haitian composer Ludovic Lamonthe. A man of great talent but shithole roots!
This man is an absolute embarrassment.
Does he not realize that our beautiful America is a melding pot? Our America has welcomed all from various “shithouse” countries.
My grandparents came to the USA to seek a better life than what they had in Ireland.
My Irish Immigrant grandparents. Thomas and Margaret Wynne. Lower middle working class–everything that the president of the United States despises. Did I ever mention that my grandfather used to live in South Africa? He’s shithole squared!
Ireland is a country that has had its fair share of suffering. Held captive by the British, destroyed by the great famine—and when the Irish came to America they were called “Dirty Irish Catholics” by the Anglo-Americans. They were called apes and drunks. And mics.
This was the truth…
Sound familiar? Some things never change. The Catholics are still hated by the extreme right faux-Christians.
And another thing. My grandmother, the shitholer immigrant, worked her ass off. When my grandfather took ill from a serious injury in World War 1 and lost a lung, my grandmother worked nights for decades cleaning office buildings in Manhattan. She lived to be 98 years young and I can’t think of any woman that I admire more. She was a rock and a great, great woman! I’m proud to be a shitholer granddaughter!
I am a mic. And I am sure that had the president of these United States been around when the Irish immigrated he would have referred to Ireland and her struggles as a “Shithole”
My husband, a Frenchman, is an immigrant. The Americans liberated France during the second World War. I’m pretty sure that the president of these United States would refer to France as a “Shithole”—especially since the American troops saved the French from Hitler. Remember—The President of the United States is a Draft-Dodging Coward—so even if he had been of age to fight in the second World War, he would have gotten daddy to pay his way out.
Dany and Evie Lartigue. As Dany told me before he died, the War destroyed his family. If it had been up to the present president, he would have let the Nazi’s take over!
My husband is a frog. And I can pretty-much bet that the president of these united states refers to the French in a discriminatory way.
My Frog Prince! I’m honored to be the wife of an immigrant!
My ex-in laws, whose roots and family are from Warsaw—well, I’m sure the president would have referred to them as “Dumb Polacks” from the “Shithole” country of Poland. And these were some of the hardest working, blue-collar people I’ve ever known.
Alphonse and Helen Urbanski. Alphie represented the USA in WW II. He was stationed in Bora Bora. You can bet your bottom dollar that Donnie the Draft Dodger would NEVER put a military uniform on–only for military school. What a coward. The girl in the top right was dancing for the troops.
He showed his true colors and bigoted personality a long time ago. It’s just that yesterday, we received validation of what a truly hateful man he is.
He is anti-American. He goes against the grain of everything my beloved America stands for. The Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave.
Lady Liberty stands tall because she will always represent what America has always stood for.
Immigrants from “Shithole” countries have built our great country and made her what she was and is—despite the one in the white house and his cronies.
I am an American. And today, I feel that I will have to try harder and harder to stress to my foreign friends and family—and those who don’t know me, to let them know, we are all not like the leader that is in the White House. Nor are the majority of us like his supporters.
The majority of Americans are kind. And helpful. And hard-working. And decent. And good.
And we are also a country of “Shitholers” because our roots come from countries that have been referred to as “shithole” countries at one time or another–even the present.
This morning as I got dressed, I took a good look at what I was wearing. In my loafers, and plaid shirt, and my denim jeans, and my straight hair, I just looked so “All American.”
My All-American Look—or is it?
Then I noticed something—my hair was made in Indonesia. My jeans in Mexico. My shirt in China. My loafers in El Salvador. And my nails were applied by a technician from Vietnam.
All what would be referred to as “Shithole” countries. And so, I thank the “Shithole” countries for giving me that All-American look today. I couldn’t have done it without you! Thank you for giving me the hair I never had. Thank you for dressing me up in clothing that I love. Thank you for making me feel and look great!
I am an American. I am the blood of working class immigrants. I am a shitholer.
I am an American. I am the product of Irish Immigrants. I am a Shitholer. Are You?