Paternal Xenophobia. in Whey and Sonic Screwdrivers.

So, my dad told me if I were Muslim, I wouldn’t be allowed in his home.

I’m a flaming atheist, but this broke my brain. Oh wait, my brain had already been broken. I’ve been trying to be on political full-ignore since the primaries ended, but well. It was bound to happen. Donald fucking Trump came up. I stated that he’s a xenophobic, racist, homophobic carnival barker. There was more to that little diddy, but I couldn’t remember it. It sums him up. He’s insulted everyone except white males. Straight white males, at that. One little isolated incident and I could go “Oh, he’s being sarcastic.” But. No.

So. My dad said to me.

“How is Trump racist?”

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Yeah, that’s when my brain broke a little.

We got on the topic of Hillary vs Trump and the third (and fourth) party candidates. I stated that I have zero love for Hillary. I hate her. Nothing will ever make me like her. But the fact is, Trump and his VP mate would cause something far worse than the Patriot Act if there was a terrorist attack on our soil.

(That I got conspiracy theory on him and pointed out that jet fuel won’t melt steel beams is beside the point. LOOK AT THE VIDEOS. SOMETHING ISN’T RIGHT. IT LOOKS LIKE A CONTROLLED DEMOLITION. I digress.)

But Hillary. I fucking hate her. I didn’t actually state a reason. I’ve hated her for over fifteen years. The initial reason is totally stupid, I’ll own it. She ran for Senate in 2000, which felt like an obvious grab for power. I mean, in local elections, who do you think is going to win? The wife of a President who presided over some of the greatest economic prosperity in modern times, or some dude or dudette you just heard of five minutes ago? Everything since has proved she’s a power monger. A left-leaning power-monger, but a disingenuine uuuggghhh. So you know why my dad doesn’t like Hillary?

You really want to know?

This’ll break your brain.

She’s pro-immigration. That’s why my dad doesn’t like her.

Oh, did I mention my dad was born in India?

CONSIDER YOUR BRAIN BROKEN.

I decided to use what I thought would be a winning argument. I asked him, “If you were muslim, would you vote for Trump?”

He said, “Yes.”

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I just can’t think clearly when my mind is so broken. It’s so easy to look back and think “Oh, I have some great counter-arguments!” But I really wasn’t even looking for an argument. I thought I was stating obvious things. Trump is a racist and is backed by white supremacists. This isn’t a debate. It’s a fact.

(Did you know David Duke, former Grand Wizard of the KKK, is running for Senate? WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT.)

For those unaware, Indians/Hindus and muslims don’t like each other. I tried to point this out, trying to enlighten him to his own ingrained xenophobia. No, he uses that to justify WHY he hates muslims. “They want to kill us!” “If you were a muslim, I’d be afraid of you killing me.”

Oh my brain. My poor brain. I tried to remind myself years ago to never, ever try to convince him of anything, because he’ll never listen. But like. Dude. You’re racist and xenophobic. That isn’t fucking okay. True story: as a kid, my sister and I could totally hear him muttering to himself in the bathroom “terrorists. muslim terrorists.” We all got issues, but own your shit and stop making excuses for hating people. It’s not okay.

Can anyone see why I’m trying to keep the political blinders on? Just let me know when the Zombie Apocalypse comes, I have some swords ready. Would just need to buy a butane burner to roast fresh zombie flesh. Sigh.