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  • I love people! Seriously, I love to hear them rant, rave, deny, and throw blame about like it was confetti. Well, actually blame is a lot stickier and has a very nasty odor, so maybe I should compare it to...never mind, you get the point.

    Or maybe you don't. I've had various reactions to yesterday's comments, both good and bad. The negatives are as much appreciated as the positives. I am a subscriber to the theory espoused by Hamlet in Act 1, scene 5: “There are more things on heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy, Frederick.” (paraphrased, of course).

    And I get it, I really do. Most of the people who made negative comments are terrified to listen to anyone who dares to state we are not better off with “diversity” and “cultural equivalence” and “political correctness”. I am actually shocked that no one has seen fit to throw out the word “Racist” in my direction in hopes I will take up the defensive and leave the offending remarks behind.

    The truth of the matter: it isn't about race, religions, origins, or any other divisive label you care to throw out there. It is about groups that scream and whine and bitch and moan and cry and stomp their feet like 3 year old children. Their cry is always the same. “Where is mine? What about me? What about ME!!!!!”.

    I don't know about you, but I didn't tolerate that behavior in my children or my grandchildren, and I certainly don't see why we should tolerate that behavior in adults. But we have. Beginning in the 1970's in this country, and others worldwide, we have tolerated division after division formed for no other reason than to set up artificial walls of separation and increase a lack of understanding in the world.

    How was this done? Simple. We allowed people to point fingers at one group and blame every possible sin of the past on that group to justify special favors to balance the inequities of history. We created a fall guy for the masses. “They did it, they oppressed my ancestors, they robbed me of my rich cultural heritage, they kept me down!”. When you read that last sentence, I hope you are hearing what is being said. “Where is mine? What about me? What about ME!!!!!”. Oh yes, and I almost forgot my favorite variation of all this...”I am the victim..pity me!”.

    This is the universal problem on the planet, and until we all become truly enlightened, it will continue to be the problem. Until the “ME” is balanced with the “WE”, there will continue to be wars and killings and unrest. As long as we allow leaders and governments to dictate the policies that create divisions among us, as long as we allow the media to peddle to our basest fears, as long as we ignore the people around us because they are different, we will continue to suffer the pangs of hate and discontent on this planet.

    I have studied religion carefully for several years, and while they do not all agree on the identity of God, they all espouse one simple rule: Treat one another with respect. Respect. Not pity, not condescension, not phony platitudes and veiled contempt. Respect!

    Do we really need some universal disaster or alien invasion to put aside our petty differences and start treating each other with respect? Is it so difficult to believe we could start today by accepting one another for who we are and moving on from here?

    ”But I don't believe in God!”

    Okay, no problem. Believe in yourself, in your innate ability to respect other people and in their ability to respect you.

    ”But what about the past?”

    What? You never saw the Lion King? Its in the past, it doesn't matter. We can't change the past, we can only change the present and the future. What we should remember from the past is what we did wrong, so we don't do it again.

    ”But I'm afraid I will lose my identity/cultural heritage/faith!”

    That's right. We are all afraid of losing our ties to the past. We fear change. What we know is at least reliable, predictable, stable. Change is the unknown. Change is terrifying.

    But what is our heritage? How many people have been lost to war, hate, distrust, violence? How many lives have been destroyed by our collective cultures? And how many wars have been fought in the name of faith? Faith in God, faith in a Creed, faith in a mandate dictated by governments as an impetus for Greed!

    And there it is, folks, that singular word that encompasses all human failings in a single syllable. Greed.

    ”You're so close to how you're going to catch him, Clarice. What does he do? He covets.”

    “Where is mine? What about me? What about ME!!!!!”

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