The great punishment for living is dying. We are all doomed to a relatively short time here and afterword an eternity we can only guess at. It seems quite reasonable we should believe in a time after this just to keep putting one foot before the next. Evil is really out there though, always waiting for that weak moment to grow and take more than it’s portion of pain and suffering.
I could weather the storm in relative comfort if I engaged in some “comfort denial” and adjust my attitude to one of regal indifference. After all, I am An American by birth. So what if a
a large part of humanity is held hostage by psychopathic males who believe misogyny and familial tyranny (founded in and guided by the blood soaked Sharia.)is the law of the land. And the law of sharia’s land is strewn with bloody body parts.
BUTI cannota turn away any longer. I see too many of our world who are so obsessed with their own genital dramas.
And thus Code Pink was born. And the lord of flies laughed as he saw so many trivialize the jeopardy of women. OTHER WOMEN!. The Teachers Union passed notion of the eternal student. Most of the intellectual development of a child indoctrinated into public school. THen ,generationaly, the notion of values hovering in a cloud above the head of a mellenial are best understood by a prepubescan child. I come from a time when lying around your parents house till you are 26 was shame incarnate. The abandonment of the the work ethic and several generations of teachers taught by teachers WHO TEACH THEIR BRIGHT LITTLE CHARGES THE BLESSINGS OF SOCIALISM. The underlining message is the dependency on institutions dedicated to making people dependent. It is a race that can’t be lost.
If a border officer sees a woman across the Rio Grand, on the Mexican side. She is being assaulted, the officer is armed and the water is shallow. He could save her with a breath. But he doesn’t, she is an alien in her own country. The officer turns to walk away. He could be walking to his vehicle to call for help, or, he could just drive off and forget he saw anything at all. The question is….where is the pale to mark the point at which we no longer care. Where does that fateful boundary lie that absolves of responsibility?
In ancient Jerusalem when Romans ruled the land. You couldn’t swing a dead cat without hitting a messiah or prophet of some sort. So being another radical Rabbi was not unusual. It is his thunderhead of a message that blew hot hellish winds up the Sanhedrin’s robes. For at a time when moral values were different, Armies ploughed under and buried for eternity, any village and villagers in their path. It was a time when might, did not make right, might was right. Gladiatorial blood games were the big draw of the day and compassion was a sign of weakness.
Then came a Nazarene named Jesus. His message eclipsed all other messages with it’s radical assertion of Peace and Love as paramount values. His message was a record breaker. Yet even a divine soul had a red line that could not be crossed. This limit was demonstrated when he whipped the money changers from the temple.
Such a time will come to all of the strong. The choice is simple., either stand against evil, admit it, identify it and make war upon it. Or be the next victim.
Evil is quite smug these days no only do they get to kill innocent babies…the victim population blames themselves! OH! If we could only be more understanding.