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SLAVERY, FAMILY VALUES, AND SEEING IT ALL CLEARLY: Thank you, Michele!

First she said that our Founding Fathers fought tirelessly to end slavery.  What made the fight so tireless was that they owned the slaves themselves.

Now Michele Bachmann has signed a pledge to support marriage exclusively for admitted heterosexuals that laments how much better family life was for Black children under slavery than it has been since Barack Obama was elected President.


You do remember, don't you, how slave children had both a slave daddy and a slave momma at home unless, of course, one of our Founders sold the parents separately?  And tirelessly?

I cannot believe that Our Belle, Michele, is simply ignorant.  She isn't simple, although sometimes the ignorance shows through.  She supports marriage, of course, by insisting that gay people cannot have it.  And abortion is awful, too, even if the mother dies, instead, sometimes.  One has to value life!  

Well, a person has to stand for something, doesn't she?  Even if her sister is gay?  Even if ending slavery did eventually get Barack Obama elected?

I suppose George Washington and Thomas Jefferson and James Madison and John Monroe and Andrew Jackson and Zachary Taylor and all those other Founders would have freed their slaves immediately had they not known how emancipation would result in singe-parent families, and how little Black kids need two-parent families a whole lot more than White people who are having kids, and not getting married, or getting divorced, without benefit of slavery.

We own Michele this:  a person ought to stand for something.  Of course the issues are complicated!  And sometimes the facts are a bit hazy:  maybe even counter-productive!  But if you cannot stand for something, you should not bad-mouth our Founding Slave Owners who were only trying to preserve two-parent families.

Probably.

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