The Syrian Refugee Crisis

At first, when I heard about the Paris bombings, it was Saturday evening as I was tuning into the Democrat debate. I was confused, wondering why I was hearing about some far away issue that I could care less about. It hadn’t occurred to me that hundreds of people had died in this one series of incidents.

After the scope of the situation began to dawn on me, I felt ashamed of my initial reaction. As a way to make up for my initial ignorance, I have become committed to remain up to date in the current state of affairs with the Syrian refugee crisis and how the current government plans to handle the situation. Unfortunately, our very own governor, along with 25 others have refused to accept refugees as of Tuesday. With now a majority of the states not accepting refugees, I have become disappointed in the way the United States is handling the “situation”. I believe we should accept more refugees and act as a leader in helping to fix this situation which could very well escalate into a much worse situation.


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Credence Clearwater Revival – Fortunate Son

I absolutely LOVE CCRl. I have one of their albums Chronicle, Vol. 1. I enjoy their music so much I know 90% of the lyrics on that album from heart.

One of the songs on Chronicle, Vol. 1 is Fortunate Son, written by John Fogerty. Which unbeknownst to me until recently, is a song about a war– the Vietnam War. Being the first highly publicized war, Vietnam was unpopular. This song was just one of the many expressions of this consensus.

In the lyrics, Fogerty suggests that the war is a war fought by the poor, the unfortunate; ran by the powerful, the wealthy. He mocks that being the son of a senator could get one out of serving in the war. Fogerty is also highly critical of the hypocrisy of the wealthy. They live lavishly but use tricks to get out of paying the proper amount of taxes.

I am the type of music enthusiast that loves music not for its words or who wrote the piece, but for how the song speaks to my soul. I enjoyed the energy of the song long before I knew what its origins were. Also, I just now realized how apt this song is considering our most recent reading in class.

Some folks are born, made to wave the flag

Ooo, they’re red, white and blue

And when the band plays “Hail to the Chief”

Ooo, they point the cannon at you, Lord

It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no senator’s son, son

It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no fortuante one, no

Some folks are born, silver spoon in had

Lord, don’t they help themselves, ya’ll

But when the taxman comes to the door

Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yeah

It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no millionaire’s son, no, no

It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no fortunate one, no

Yeah, yeah

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes

Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord

And when you ask ’em, “How much should we give?”

Ooh, they only answer “More! More! More!”, ya’ll

It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no military son, son

It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no fortunate one, one

It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no fortuante one, no, no, no

It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no fortuante son, no, no, no