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It is much too easy to establish the will
To take a life and learn to kill
Yes, it’s bad.
He’s dead.
I didn’t know anything about him. Other people did. They were convinced he was so evil that he needed to be destroyed.
He was sixty-two years of age.
And now every small city in America has an anchor person who has to learn how to pronounce his name.
He was like a big general who spent all of his time thinking up ways to scare the world around him so the philosophy and lifestyle he held dear could achieve primal consideration.
So it is. It’s sad.
It’s absolutely sad that we felt the need to blow up this fellow because of what he’s done, and of course, what he might do.
And see—here’s where it gets me.
A killer kills. That’s bad.
Because one of us—who are supposed to be the good guys—has to do the killing. And no matter how righteous we may think our cause is, there were people before us who thought they were just as righteous, who killed and ended up losing what they had because of it.
I’m not going to wave my flag so hard that I start believing that killing is all right. It is not.
That’s what makes me…
We’ve become killers.
We have gone into another country and killed one of its high officials and said we had the right to do it because the work he was doing for his country was wrong. Or at least, we considered it wrong.
Yet if I spent five minutes in that country, and they explained to me that we sent thousands of troops to their land—to kill and maim—would I be in danger of being convinced that their cause was just as plausible, if not noble?
We can talk about it, debate it…
…but here’s the weird thing.
I’m not proud. I don’t want to dance on his grave.
But if my choices are BAD, SAD, MAD and GLAD—well, I’m more glad.
But if I could make one request:
Killing, that is.
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As we depart this year
Let us leave behind some fear
For we begin to believe that we are so susceptible to the climate of our times that it is beyond our control.
Too dry.
Yes, that was the problem this year.
In the pursuit of goals, or maybe even high ideals, we lost our humanity and became schoolmasters, instructing one another, incapable of maintaining a sense of humor about our own frailty.
Even interactions we once took for granted—such as the give and take that happens between men and women in the attempt to discover romance and propagate our species—was isolated into tiny danger zones, so that eventually it just became safer not to talk to one another.
Our politicians are as dry as dust. One group hates poor people and the other despises the rich. Unfortunately, both parties believe themselves to be the messengers of truth.
We need to understand our place.
And once we find our place, rather than falling into a sand dune and suffocating, we need to uncover good cheer.
Good cheer is the by-product of a simple principle:
Since I am not the first person this has ever happened to, there apparently is a solution, or at least a reprieve, so while pursuing this, I will keep myself free from all despair.
We are presently too dry. It’s a bad thing.
Then again, there are times when we seem too wet.
We’ve begun to believe that things that don’t matter at all have great significance and consecration. And of course, we continue to contend that human sexuality is tied into the divine workings of angels instead of the pleasurable grunting and groaning of humans who are doing their best impersonations of Brother Gorilla and Sister Chimpanzee.
We listen to elaborate stories that people share to draw tears to our eyes, so that we will favor them in a singing contest.
The liberals are worried about the children and poverty and the mistreatment of the persecuted masses while the conservatives shed many tears over the loss of values, family and morality.
I find myself constantly soaked with the false emotion of those who are either bitching their way through life or have fallen apart and don’t seem to be able to be put back together again.
A case can be made that our whole society has become too hot. With the ability to go from zero to sixty degrees of viral intensity over the smallest matters, it now seems that our worst enemy is our own tongue, which lashes out without ever considering that those we attack might just pull out an automatic weapon and blow our heads off.
1. Pride in oneself
2. Pride in one’s God.
When these two are put together, intolerance is the result, which can easily lead to terrorism.
We need to turn down the heat.
Neither you nor I are as good as we think we are, and neither you nor I can guarantee God’s will.
Sometimes things need to play out—and when they do, if you have kept your mind from flaming, you might be glad you when you don’t burn up.
I guess the old-time phrase was “chill out.” Is it still around?
The reason church people are able to tolerate Christianity is that it’s been a long time since they’ve read the Gospels.
Merely standing in front of a congregation of believers, reading the Sermon on the Mount and offering a cursory explanation would empty the sanctuary within a month.
We are way too concerned about having our opinions taken into consideration. The idea that our conjectures don’t matter would tear at the fabric of an egomaniacal need to be valuable.
So we should chill out—if we can remember what that means.
It was best stated by an itinerant preacher thousands of years ago, who gave a three-word philosophical insight for life on Earth:
He then produced a list of things we don’t need to think about, which included most of our ego-driven demands.
He closed it out by saying, “Take no thought for tomorrow, for today has enough.”
The greatest thing that you and I can do to make 2020 a perfect vision is to stop thinking about so much.
Everything else is dim, dull and has been around since Methuselah—whoever in the hell he is.
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