stumbling_forward wrote:
I believe I understand where you're coming from MightMorphin, I and appreciate everyone else's comments.
I've grown to love and hate people on their own terms. People can be great or awful in their own special and unique way(s). To riff off of the very apt (and beautiful) MLK quote provided by jojobean: it's about the content of their character, not the color of their skin (or their sexual orientation, gender-identification, faith or lack thereof, or any other bullsh_t, surface-level difference that our xenophobic asses just love to focus on and whose importance we love to over-inflate).
It's not religion, per se. It's fundamentalism. And our xenophobic, tribal impulses. And a false belief that the random assortment of often-times conflicting data swirling around in our cerebral cortex is somehow sufficient to form a rigid belief structure that explains away anything and everything. We do like our 'us and them,' 'black and white' binary thinking. We're lazy that way.
Alright: now that I've offered my 'considered opinion,' my actual, knee-jerk reaction is more long the lines of Mr. Bill Hicks, who immortally stated that: People suck, and that's my contention. I can prove it on a scratch paper and pen. Give me a f___ing Etch-a-sketch, I'll do it in three minutes. The proof, the fact, the factorum. I'll show my work, case closed. I'm tired of this back-slapping "Aren't humanity neat?" bull___t. We're a virus with shoes, okay? That's all we are.
See? How in the hell can I reconcile my appreciation for MLK's honorable and empathetic sentiments with Mr. Hick's all-pervading pessimism? I dunno, I just can. We're no stranger to hypocrisy. And cognitive dissonance is easily fended off my the ego of most, myself included.
I suppose it comes down to this: It's really satisfying to blame some small or otherwise marginalized group you've no appreciation or understanding of for all of one's problem.
Easy, too.
And we LOOOOOVE easy.
Regards to all.
I can understand being profane and profound at the same time...that does not make you a hyprocrit, but a complex person... an oxymoron.
Jojo
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