SENSITIZE 108
You really have a wonderful family
An elder step-brother can be very helpful
Every morning, Mr. Cring takes a personal moment with his friends
Every morning, Mr. Cring takes a personal moment with his friends
Every morning, Mr. Cring takes a personal moment with his friends
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Fudge the Judge held a grudge
And to this day, does not budge
Are our decisions the testimony of experience or the fears that terrify us, keeping us from trying anything new?
All I know is that it’s very bad.
It is the explanation given for everything, from our preference on football teams to why some boy goes into a high school to shoot and kill his friends.
It justified a war between the states which was anything but civil and took the lives of hundreds of thousands of people.
I guess the premise is, if we can convince ourselves “we’re so divided,” we can run to our camps and start hurling rocks in all directions. Why not introduce a new thought?
Yes, because of the divisions which have cropped up, we’ve lost all sense of balance.
So when we try to stand up, we fall over.
When we look at our world, the scene is too blurry to determine an intelligent path.
We are confused by those who have forced upon us the foregone conclusion that we are divided and there’s nothing we can do about it.
Another foregone conclusion—an assertion that things have reached the point of no return.
It is the position held by both liberals and conservatives. Conservatives are convinced that the souls of all the aborted babies will rise up and scream our damnation, while liberals contend that the Earth itself will swallow and drown us.
Of course, there is a thought out there:
The good news is, we don’t have to do major revision to see lasting results.
This is such a popular foregone conclusion that it almost sounds like an afterthought spoken in a roomful of strangers.
In the pursuit of making everybody feel special, we insisted on personal uniqueness for each human being, therefore removing any brother and sisterhood.
It makes one curious if we could return to the chemical, scientific, spiritual and psychological reality that we are all human beings, sharing in common.
We’ve begun to believe that as long as a man, woman or child speaks the glory of his or her domesticated unit, that these individuals are blessed with wisdom.
Of course, the truth is, with all the divorces, deaths and disillusionments, most people don’t actually end up with their original family with its common chromosomes.
So we have to keep changing the definition of family to suit our need. I wonder if it would ever occur to us to return to a more generous position: “We are all family.”
In some way, shape or form, because we have been conceived from the same species, we are cousins. Could be twelfth removed, but we are related.
I, for one, feel very bad about the fact that we’re under the curse of foregone conclusions.
We’re still living in a comical society which believes that human beings are tinted black, red, yellow and white.
It’s totally ridiculous.
The extent of the color of human skin lands somewhere between brown and cream. There may be a few people that are actually black, and scientifically it is proven that there are albinos, who are completely white. But most of us have skin color which is somewhere between brown and cream.
Based upon this philosophy of hue we have developed cultures which supposedly separate us—either by evolution or the natural design of a Creator.
This contention is not only errant, it is not only evil, it is not only appalling, but it is flat-out a crock of shit.
The greatest thing you can do to create human harmony is to spend your life finding the similarities you have with all your Earthly cousins who live North, South, East and West. Stop buying into the idea that little differences in taste, clothing and mannerisms have any lasting effect on who we really are.
There is one race and always will be—the human race.
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A. Da Vinci is painting without pants.
B. Smallpox scales fell off just in time for modeling
C. Found a big chunk of pork roast in her front teeth before beginning
D. Only three of her seven cousins died from bubonic plague
E. She just farted
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Dear Woman: You scare me.
Dear Man: What do you mean?
Dear Woman: I mean, you frighten me. Is it natural? Was this terror taught to me or is it legitimately part of the evolution of our species–to keep a certain amount of friction between the genders?
Dear Man: Since we’re being honest, I’m scared too. Scared of myself. But mostly when I’m around you. Why do you think women put ten or twenty different fragrances all over our bodies everyday? We’re afraid we stink. Stink to you. I don’t know where I learned that. It’s hard for me to believe that I have a genetic code that makes me want to use lotion.
Dear Woman: While we’re on the subject–I’m supposed to smell like a man. What in the hell does that mean? I feel like there’s a role I need to play. Sometimes it feels natural, but other times I think you just need me to be manly so you can feel womanly.
Dear Man: So what does it mean to be womanly? Does it mean I feel more than I think? It’s so confusing because we say that women are more emotional, but then we turn around and say women are smarter than men. Which one is it?
Dear Woman: And is there any spirituality to this whole mess? Is there a Creator who sees us as equals? Or is He intent on us camping out in our genders and remaining separate?
Dear Man: It started when I was a kid–trying to avoid “handsy” male cousins and being quietly warned by my mother about certain uncles. I felt like an object. I was in the room but I wasn’t seen unless I was pretty, or unless someone noticed how fast I was growing. None of my relatives ever asked how I was doing on the basketball team. It was always some reference to my beauty or my training as a young woman.
Dear Woman: So no wonder we’re terrified of each other. But I will tell you this–I certainly think it would be worth the time to find out how much of this horror was infused by our training and if any of it is legitimate tension brought on by our differences.
Dear Man: And here’s the kicker. You’re supposed to be my best friend while simultaneously I am led to believe that a man can’t really be my friend at all.
Dear Woman: So I come back to my point. I’m nervous around you, which sometimes makes me not want to be around you, so I can avoid being nervous.
Dear Man: I totally understand that. When I want to be myself, I get away from men because I’m afraid if I reveal my real desires, they will either be apathetic or turned off.
Dear Woman: I can’t live my life wondering what a woman thinks about me. It will drive me crazy and make me hate her.
Dear Man: Likewise for me. There has to be a soft place to be in life–where you don’t have to try too hard, as you do try to improve what you can, without fear of being criticized.
Dear Woman: Shouldn’t that be with me?
Dear Man: It should, but not as long as I am convinced by society that you’re my enemy.
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