1 Thing You Can Do to Help Turn the Tide on the Madness

 

Conversation is whiskey and humor is beer.

Please don’t forget this.

In the midst of all the insanity, there is a tendency to talk until we cheapen ourselves, and debate to debunk the ignorant.

Although it may be dramatic to crinkle one’s face and produce crocodile tears about the tragedies of shootings and the general unrest in our communities, we achieve nothing through our furor of discourse.

We become inebriated on our sense of importance.

Then we start using our words to slur others.

I am sure many Americans would consider it insulting to allow good cheer, wit, cleverness, optimism and mirth to rule the day.

Yes, mirth. There’s a word we don’t use much anymore—probably because it means amusement that brings laughter. What could possibly be uplifting or comedic about the horror of El Paso and the victims of Dayton?

Nothing.

But we can keep our sense of humor by realizing that this is a nation of 350 million people, who have been told they have the right to do too much and have been slammed together from cultures all over the world, in a climate of permissiveness. We might ready ourselves for some conflict.

For to compare our country to other nations is a farce. No other group of people must tolerate such diversity—and do it promising to initiate “peace on Earth, goodwill toward man.”

We need the common beer of humor to sooth us and give us a reason for chatting again instead of yelling.

The whiskey of politics, religion, corporations and ego will do nothing but make us completely oblivious to anything but our own ideas.

I bring humor.

I find humor—not jokes and laugh-out-loud sketches, but instead, poking fun at ridiculous ideas instead of pretending they have merit. For instance, attempts to get rid of guns, or stances to protect them, are equally comical. Joining in “the blame game” and pointing fingers like little children only proves what babies we are.

We need humor.

We need to share the beer of a sense of good cheer.

So here’s to mirth. May we not only learn its meaning but begin to utilize its power.

Prepare for a rebirth of mirth on the Earth.

 

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PoHymn: A Rustling in the Stagnant …April 29, 2015

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pohymn April 29

In the Mix

 I am a blessed man

In a beleaguered land

Sharing the best I can

 

I am a silly goose

Out on the loose

Escaping the hanging noose

 

I am a simple child

Needing to be mild

Running toward the wild

 

I am a son of Earth

Sailing a sea of mirth

Granted a second birth

 

I am spiritually poor

Never quite sure

Seeking a needful cure

 

I reject the lie

So when I die

My truth can fly

 

The law has a letter

But I know better

Than to be its debtor

 

I see pieces of me

In every single he

And my equal she

 

I consider my could

Whispering my would

Settling for my should

 

I am quite aware

I have much to share

But frightened to care

 

But there is no fix

No magical tricks

Just stirring in the mix

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