Demented crack addict Indiana State House Representative accuses 18 month old of racism

I changed the headline a little bit.

This occurred during a debate that became heated about the recent religious freedom bill that they liked before they decidedly didn't like it, and here let me mention this habit of keeping one's spouse guessing about what sets you off, keeping them always off balance and always on guard for your irrational explosions and incoherent demands, consistent only in its sanctimonious self-regard, is what abusive spouses do. They do this habitually before divorces and other tragic outcomes. It signals derangement. But that's a given, as theses types by gravity have collected themselves into a political party and this is a political item.  "Help, I'm pooled here and I can't get out." This sort of thing comes out of a crack addict's mouth. Here is Vanessa Summers:

“I love his little son, but he’s scared of me because of my color — and that’s horrible.”

Yes, that is horrible. You're actually as state representative. Say you're sorry right now. Oh, that's right, you're deranged, and Democrat, and office holder, and social justice warrior, and minority and all that means never having to say you're sorry.

The story says people gasped and groaned.

“It’s true. And that’s something we are going to work on. I asked him please, ‘Introduce your child to some people of color so he won’t live his life as a prejudice person.’ I would like for you all to not vote for this bill.”

And he said, "Fuck you, racist." Psych! He said no such thing.

Kids do that. Man, I have a photograph that's really embarrassing. Somebody has it. It's been in the battleship gray painted box forever. One of my sibs has it. We're all lined up on the sofa but Jimmy is not yet born, so four of us in a row two boys and two girls in a row, by age, by size, dressed like little white kids. Like four little overly groomed dolls lined up.

Mum hired a photographer to send photographs of us to Dad. He was missing a critical point in all of our development. She wanted to show him what we look like. We are dressed up, hair combed, groomed like Easter or going to church.. Barry is all, "Who are you? Why are you here? Is that your camera? Does it take color? Where did you come from? How did you get here? Do you have your own car? Did you take a taxi? Did you ride a bus Is your camera expensive? Can I see through it? How do you know mum?" He's only five years old and he's full of questions totally engaged with the new character who suddenly appeared in our home, I'm next to him dressed as his twin in our white yacht pennate shirts, short pants and white leather children's shoes with my head leaned over comically on his shoulder sucking his energy like a goddamn little energy-vampire. I remember that moment decades ago even though I was four because it was so strange having a GIANT FUCKING MONSTER MAN INVADING OUR HOUSE.

He was a white guy. And I was four. Imagine how I would have reacted at less than half that age and that scary bitch came up on me. Yeah, you'd have to work on training having the kid around big scary racist representatives. But then I was a strange little kid and the embarrassing photo really does pretty much prove it.

The article says,

Most parents of young children will immediately recognize the behavior of McMillan’s young son as simple shyness, typical of that age, and usually overcome with time.

McMillan said his toddler “reacted the same way he reacts with anybody brand new, he buries his head in his dad’s shoulder. Whoever it is, it’s what he does. He’s an 18-month-old kid; he’s in a new environment up here in the place like the Statehouse but doesn’t know anybody. I honestly don’t remember anything out of the ordinary.”

Really? It wasn't just me? Well, now I don't feel so bad. Odd, parents will recognize behavior in their children but not recall  it in their earlier selves nor see it in embarrassing old photos of themselves. They need children to remind them they did the same thing.  Dollars to doughnuts white and black  people alike scared the piss out of miniature two-year old future representative Vanessa Summers. Few are so precarious as brother Barry that day whose energy I drew off. Has she no children? Has her inner child died?

I didn't even watch this. I expect it's unseemly.