SENSITIZE 19
Every morning, Mr. Cring takes a personal moment with his audience.
Today: Today Cring explains why the mindset of “don’t tell me what to do” doesn’t work for America.
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Today: Today Cring explains why the mindset of “don’t tell me what to do” doesn’t work for America.
Jonathots Daily Blog
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Dear Man: Cooperate.
Dear Woman: Is that an order?
Dear Man: No, I was just thinking about the word. Co, meaning the two of us, and operate … well, I guess that implies working together.
Dear Woman: The two of us working together. That’s cool.
Dear Man: Well, the trouble is, it’s not cool. We are taught to be independent. Self-sufficient. We’re working on our own biographies instead of a human story. Somehow we feel diminished if all the praise doesn’t come our way but instead is given to a cooperative effort.
Dear Woman: I see what you mean. Yet that’s always been my problem with collaboration. Rather than everybody standing back and rejoicing over the end result, each person has a tendency to point out his or her part in the process.
Dear Man: We can’t help it. Society tells us if we don’t toot our own horn it won’t get tooted.
Dear Woman: It is possible for somebody to blow your horn. After all, it is a horn.
Dear Man: That’s funny. And oh, so true. I guess we need to remember that we were created to be in a garden. It’s a co-op. No person is sufficient unto themselves without a common humanity and a common good.
Dear Woman: I have to be honest. I’m resistant to that concept. I mean, I understand it but it’s like I feel I need to have autonomy. Otherwise I don’t have my own thing.
Dear Man: I’m the same way. I would like to include you, but I really don’t want you to feel like you’re necessary.
Dear Woman: But it’s all over nature. If you don’t mind me bringing it up, even sexuality is kind of comical. The male and female parts are not competely compatible with each other unless the man and the woman talk, discuss and share.
Dear Man: So true. Yet at the same time, we feel like we should be complete within ourselves. It’s important to acknowledge what we have, otherwise we don’t know what we require.
Dear Woman: And it’s not stereotypes. Not all men are strong and all women emotional.
Dear Man: Absolutely not! Sometimes the female is the strong one and the man brings the emotion. It’s knowing how to co-op. In farming, one person plants, another waters and God and Nature give the increase.
Dear Woman: So why are we so damn afraid of this?
Dear Man: We’re taught to look at each other sexually, not practically.
Dear Woman: I can see that. Sometimes I’m just nervous talking to a woman because I’m afraid…I don’t know…that she doesn’t find me attractive.
Dear Man: What can be more attractive than an intelligent exchange? Or the realization that somebody has brought some information to you that completes one of your goals?
Dear Woman: So what can we do to initiate this co-op?
Dear Man: I think what stumps people is that in order to become strong, you have to know where you’re weak. And to use your weakness is to learn to recognize what you need before it’s pointed out to you.
Dear Woman: I think I could actually do that, especially if I had a friend to remind me when I was stumping around advertising my ego instead of being honest about my limitations.
Dear Man: Men and women were meant to cooperate–joining together to operate a plan that is only enhanced by their dual efforts.
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Jonathots Daily Blog
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He has an impressive list of abilities and accomplishments.
After all, He created the universe, and even if you only want to give Him credit for portions of that process, it’s still pretty magnificent–if He only came up with the idea of evolution.
I think every child of earth should be appreciative of His ingenious proposal of sexual pleasure leading to procreation.
Sunrises and sunsets would be very difficult to duplicate.
Needless to say, the Fellow (or Lady, depending on your sentiment) is predisposed to creative bursts of energy and rejuvenation. So it’s fascinating to me that we take this well-qualified candidate and limit His job description to “bless” and “damn.”
Truthfully, the only time we ever invoke His name, other than the Facebook “OMG,” is when we’re asking Him to bless something or we get in a fussy mood and require His damnation skills.
How odd.
But I’ve always believed that if you want to understand the nature and future of a society, you should study both it’s prayers and it’s comics.
When the prayers are insipid–lacking mercy, justice and practicality–you can tell that the spiritual systems that exist will not have the energy to lift the burdens they’ve levied upon the people.
When the comics are more preoccupied with silliness, foolishness or just a general spirit of grumpiness instead of leading us to do something rather than damn one another, then you pretty well know there is no common enlightenment of the people in store.
Thus, OUR time. We choose to bless things, and if we don’t feel we can do that, we damn them. So we take the greatest intellect imaginable–and relegate Him to ceremonial acts of bestowing mystical fairy dust on certain projects, only to bring down the thunder of Thor on those who would dare to disagree with us.
To say it is childish would be an insult to children. It is worse than that.
It is short-sighted.
And people who possess that lack of vision always perish by falling off a nearby cliff.
I’d like to give God a job. I am hiring Him, as of today, to do four chores for me:
The wage I will pay for this magnificent list of accomplishments?
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Sit Down Comedy … May 1st, 2020
Jonathots Daily Blog
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Normal people work abnormally hard to appear normal.
Not for me.
It seems exhausting, if not humiliating.
I am peculiar, set apart—engaged in an uncommon consciousness, constantly and purposely dismantling the complexity into its simpler units.
I am peculiar.
How do I know? I respond to the information provided.
I get on the bus in front of me, noting that it’s been a while since any buses have passed by. For to remain normal, you must coincide with the majority.
A vote is always being taken.
It would be best if you voted with the masses, but acceptably good if you change your mind and disappear into the crowd.
I am peculiar.
I don’t think women will gain equality by acting their rendition of being men. Matter of fact, the whole concept of gender equality is foolish since we are all so much the same. It makes me giggle that we continue to try to compare the two, when oneness seems obvious.
The black man will never be able to tell his black sister that they are humans as long as they’re encouraged to rally without seeing improvement, struggle minus achievement and fail to guard their offspring from being cursed as inferior due to crime and sloth.
Religion is the wicked stepmother who refuses to let the children sit and dine with Father. Religion wants Father all to herself, so she can stumble from His presence to establish the rules and regulations which turn seekers into the distraught.
I am peculiar because I don’t think art is a paint by number set, with stipulations being made up by frustrated, discordant human trolls who have lost their lust for life and sit around finding ways to mock and condemn the human race.
I am peculiar because I hate politics.
Politics dresses up in a jim-dandy suit and marches off, teaspoon in hand, to fill the ocean of need while simultaneously carrying a thimble to empty the shit-hole.
Verily, verily, I say unto you, our common sense is not allowed to be common and is spurned for having too much practicality.
I am peculiar.
I’m not better than anyone.
I wear my flaws and virtues in equal glory.
I am not superior.
I am satisfied with my humanity, sporting its knowledge of good and evil.
What I see are beautiful people who smear mud, acid, poison and medications all over themselves in an attempt to emerge beautiful.
Why? Because it’s normally accepted that we possess an ugliness that needs disguised.
I can no longer condone a God who hates humans and wants them to become little gods so He can destroy them for their presumption.
What’s it like to be normal? How does it feel?
Do you ever have a moment’s rest?
Do you grow weary in well-doing?
Do you ever wish to do less, yet become so much more?
Do you want your vote to be honored instead of tallied by crooked counters bound to a party?
Do you wish that heaven was more real because you feel God on the Earth?
Are you sick to death of being normal when it really isn’t your choice, but rather, a fallback position of a generation of frightened dreamers?
How peculiar.
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