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Pet your dog, chat with your parrot, feed your fish and find your cat (if you can)
Eat them. They help your immune system. Try them out with friends like cheese, sauces, flavorings and tucked away in stews.
Go out, take a walk and just see if any rocks cry out to you.
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Everyone sing along!
He’s a racist
She’s a racist
You’re a racist
I’m a racist
Wouldn’t you like to be a racist too?
Show your faces
Come be a racist
From all places
We are all racists.
Sitting on a park bench, a dog walks by, thistles stuck in its fur, dried fecal matter on its leg hair. Our reaction? “Poor puppy.” Matter of fact, we might look through our pockets to see if we might have a snack to offer the unfortunate creature.
A homeless man strolls by—dirty pants, nine-day-old growth of beard and tousled hair. We look at him and conclude, “Goddam bum.”
You see, it doesn’t matter what color we are. It isn’t as if white people don’t hate white people or black, black. Brown folks hate the various shades of beige, Asians attack Asians, and the Cherokee nation, the Navajo tribe.
It is not a culture situation. It’s not a religious affiliation. After all, the Baptists bicker with the Baptists, the Catholics abuse their own, the Jews pull rank on one another and the Muslim terrorists kill more Muslims than Christians.
Staying with that dog example, if we were dogs, the human race would be pit bulls, adamantly insisting that the problem is not our breed, but rather, how we were trained.
Candidly, it wouldn’t matter if we finally found a way through eugenics to come up with one, single color for all Homo Sapiens. We would still commence murdering one another over eyebrows.
It may seem easier to blame it on color scheme, religion or patriotism, but we all are human racists. Allegedly, the first murder was committed by one brother on another brother.
In other words, they looked alike.
If we don’t get rid of human racism—an ironic hatred for our own beings—we will never be able to overcome the lack of similarities accomplished by evolution.
Here’s what causes human racism, if you’re interested in actually addressing it and once and for all identifying it in your being:
Actually, you’re not, my friend—not unless you decide to do or be something special to the world around you.
The chances of that happening are few, and then could always be caused by your iniquity instead of your contribution to goodness.
Yes, because you’re frightened that you won’t be appreciated enough, you decide to keep focus on yourself instead of valuing the gifts of others, even when their inspiration has benefitted you.
Perhaps you prefer to do it in a civil way, using gossip or innuendo, but if necessary—if you find others completely annoying—you are willing to kill them for the cause of your country, your family or your Christ. So please, trace racism back to where it began:
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1. A dog chasing its tail
2. People who are way too serious
3. Your own mistakes
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1. “Are you having a good day?”
2. “I noticed you really love…” (Could be their dog, their kids, art, or music. Personalize your encounter.)
3. “It was a joy and honor to have met you.” (Talk to people like you’re conversing with God.)
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I don’t agree
with the average flea
but we both
admire the dog
I never laugh
with the common giraffe
but took a leap
with a big green frog
I once gave my vote
to a gruff billy goat
who quickly found my stash
and ate up all my cash
I saw one cryin’
a big burly lion
I offered him my clothes
he just bit my nose
and then there was the snake
I thought it was a fake
it slithered into the garden
I had to beg for pardon
on the plane
flying coach
I sat next
to a roach
it took up too much space
a tentacle in my face
the Earth gave me birth
and the sun, so much fun
I am finding out my worth
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Sit Down Comedy …March 22nd, 2019
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I bought a loaf of bread. I didn’t eat it all.
So on the eighth or ninth day, I visited the cupboard to see if I could get another slice of life and discovered that the bread had been overtaken by mold.
I paused.
I considered removing the wrapper, cutting the mold off and eating the rest, but the mold also came with a smell—actually, similar to beer. So reluctantly—maybe even a little aggravated—I took my last five or six slices, now moldy, and tossed them into the garbage.
I was a little surprised how fussy I was about it. I don’t know if I just had my heart set on a sandwich or if I felt cheated because my bread gave up.
But I knew this: mold does not get better. I couldn’t do some “treatment” to my bread and return the next day and find it unmoldy. Once mold arrives it takes over. Quite aggressive. And it isn’t pretty—grayish-green with little hairy arms.
It’s a nasty substance and it turns bread into shit. (You can hear by my words that I was really put off.)
Welcome to America.
I’ve heard us called “the breadbasket of the world.” I was told as a youngster that our farmlands could feed the nations. Not much talk about that of late—nowadays farmers are trying to survive and make their beans and corn cover their budgets. No one trying to feed the four corners.
But we once were the breadbasket. Then one day, we reached into our souls, our mind, our heart and into our principles and pulled out moldy bread. Really bad mold.
And as I told you earlier, mold doesn’t get better. You can’t reform mold. You can’t try to find a way to accept it and develop a taste for it. You have to throw the whole damn thing out.
That’s unfortunate. It’s unfortunate but it’s necessary.
Truth is, one apple does not spoil the whole bushel—but one little piece of mold does spoil the whole loaf, because the climate necessary to breed that mold permeates all the way to the crust.
Likewise, the insolence, selfishness and meanness that have brought about the present American way of dealing with each other has spoiled many of the treasures we used to hold dear.
Some things have just got to be thrown out. There isn’t a choice. It’s because the mold has taken over the “bread of life” in America and the mold is a simple poison. Here it is:
And,
There’s the mold. It’s gotta go.
You can try to save some of the stuff, but the arguing that we call politics has to be thrown in the trash, even if we lose some “debate.”
The beliefs we call religion have to be dumped even if we ignore a verse or two of holy writ.
And the definition of family needs to expand to include everybody twenty-five thousand miles in any direction throughout the entire Earth.
If we don’t do this, we’re going to start believing that the worst parts of the bread can be cut off, and the rest will be just fine, even though it tastes a little pukey.
We are permeated with the mold of those who are too old, too bold and too cold. Some things must be thrown away.
I, for one, am going to go into my cabinet, where I keep my soul, and start clearing out the nastiness. Anything that makes me believe that I’m better than you, or that my ideas are more God-like, or that my politics have the touch of grace while yours are imbedded with the sinister, will be dumped into the trash.
Buy fresh bread. Don’t get more than you need.
Matter of fact, start thinking of it this way:
“Give us this day our daily bread.”
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