I am exhausted from the years of indiscriminate killing in the name of it, torture for the sake of it, stealing to pay for it and the too many balled-faced lies in our face that demand we must destroy to save. More so than that, I am deeply saddened personally, for having allowed this fake portrait continually be caste as a given in this foul smelling, greedy “you’re either with us or against us” message that this is the way it is. From the bottom of my soul, that is such a load.
I’m deeply sorry for my lack of tact today. I’ll pick some up at the store tomorrow. Today, color me done.
I apologize up front for this being taken as any disrespect for the many who are sincerely concerned from their chosen perspectives that we are utterly surrounded by evil and we must be not wait for ‘the’ mushroom cloud. No dear sir and no my lady, dishonoring sincerity is not in my manual.
You see, sincerity is drop dead gorgeous. Without it, all dialogue, expression, communication, music, poetry or art of any kind is rendered meaningless. I don’t know whether O.J. did the deed or not, but I know in my gut his utter lack of sincerity finished him. Look at him. He’s free. And hollow as a burnt stump. He's done.
Sincerity is non-negotiable. Preparing healthy food relies on it. Educating our children well demands it. And, taking care of those who are less fortunate saves all of us. It is the very air itself necessary for any relationship to be of value.
We keep losing the ones who’ve bravely warned us. Those who walked the walk. Mr. Lennon, Mr. King, and both John and Bobby Kennedy, not to mention the many we all know personally who, at one time or another showed us what goodness we possess. Right in the midst of their beseeching us that ‘we can work it out’ they were removed. Though some believed them to be, they were not gods. They were human. They were flawed. But they were also the good messengers. They believed in bridging gaps, they implored us to take inventory of our own history and to not yet again, allow hate center stage. They called out these false prophets and shouted out that in keeping secrets, we arm the enemy of our very spirit. They raised their glasses and toasted to our human similarities, not our differences. They believed walls were the enemy of understanding, compassion and growth. But when their message was spoken so firmly and so clearly, when their truths were given too much light for those who would choose darkness, they were removed from our home, right in front of us and for all to see. And those that did the silencing sent us a P.S…...“see what happens”? These three dollar bills play rough.
But, they forgot something. They have a blind spot. They are forgetting how good we are.
We know what we are capable of. We know quite well how evil we can be. Take a look around. We are all flawed. We’re getting schooled on it at this very moment, big time.
I am calling out these sad schoolyard bullies, which is exactly what they are. They want us to believe that we will not survive unless we destroy what they tell us must be destroyed. They’ve written their own bible. Chapter and verse. And, they want us to pay for our own death march into their world of the soulless. They want me to give up to them, my value set. My right to choose love over hate. Bridges over walls. Peace over war. How dare them. I am not for sale.
You want to hear how good we are? I got good for you. First, look in the mirror. And if that doesn’t wake you up, then, how about this little kicker. Look at your children. Now, look at all our children.
How about we start by sautéing them in the truth about how special they each are. How juicy and capable they each are. Tell them how their thoughts, opinions, feelings and their actions are the ingredients to building character. How serving up the truth repeatedly builds integrity. That not knowing is ok. That that itself is the key to knowing. Fear has forever been sold based on ‘not knowing’. Fear is not something to be afraid of. All it means is that you’ve got something to learn, not dragons to slay. Better than tell them, show them. Now.You feed them meals cooked in the truth, and they will turn into cookin’ mamas and papas.
Get out in the open. Dine outside. Don’t hide. Speak out. Hold your glasses high. Toast to human empathy. Clink your glasses to the reality that we are better joined than sepearted. These shysters hate that. They hate everything. They out their own just to prove how filled with it they are. Anything with a light switch is a threat to their little club they have hidden in their hills of hypocrisy.