Who's Your Mommy?

A tree.

Your mother could also be any of the following: a leaf, a twig, a pebble on an overgrown dirt path. All of these things are the equivalent of your mother because, as Van Jones and his groupies insist, Mother Nature is, in fact, a person.

And he wants this fact to be recognized by the entire global population. The former Obama administration "green jobs czar," his newest shenanigans involve the push for human rights for Mother Nature.

Never mind the impossible logistics of this, i.e., nature isn't human. Never mind the fact that this will undoubtedly lead to "mouthpieces" for Mother Nature, which is the liberal rhetoric translation of "people who cite the rights of a tree in order to bring about a liberal utopia."

I mean, it's Van Jones. Come on. We saw this coming.

Oh, wait, we didn't. Because we let it happen.

I find it interesting that a personhood amendment seems so atrocious (this would give the rights of a human to all people [born and unborn]) while the people who promote, in essence, the personhood amendment for a tree, remain un-lynched. Not that lynching is a proper course of action, but we have a right and a responsibility to be angry. At our government and at ourselves.

As it stands now, the only thing we can find the strength to be angry about is the neighbor's dog barking or the Internet crashing. Really? Over four thousand babies die each day while the rights of trees are invoked as the long-lost secret to a functioning global society, and all we can do is gripe?

In my ninth grade class, I asked a number of random people if they knew who Rick Snyder was, or Nancy Pelosi, or even Joe Biden.

You'd be surprised at how many people had no idea what the heck I was talking about.

Or would you be that surprised?

If you're as angry as you should be, you probably aren't surprised at all.

And if you're as angry as you should be, you know that you're the only person who can do anything about it.