Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Oh For Christ’s Sake, Quit Blaming Everything on the Jews!

I just heard someone go off about how it's all the Jews' fault. No, the world is not threatened by the Jews. I know a lot of Jews, they are friendly, humorous, progressive and generous. Jews aren't the problem, extreme right wing Jewish whackos are the problem.

Just like extreme right wing Christian whackos, extreme right wing Muslim whackos, extreme right wing satanists whackos, extreme right wing atheist whackos, extreme right wing Russian whackos, extreme right wing Chinese whackos, extreme right wing German whackos, extreme right wing British whackos, extreme right wing USA whackos, extreme right wing black whackos, extreme right wing white whackos, extreme right wing yellow whackos, extreme right wing green whackos and extreme right wing brown whackos are the problem. Every country, race and religion have extreme right wing whackos, they are the problem, not the group they belong to.

It is pretty easy to see the kind of people that are doing harm to planet earth and its inhabitants. Looking at the bad guys, they all do the same sort of thing. Here's a list of some of their notable qualities.

They kill a lot of people.
They restrict freedoms and disdain human rights.
They are bigoted.
They are sexist.
They are controlling.
They lust over others property.
They are extreme nationalists.
They are extreme in their religious views (atheists included).
They mix religion and government.
They support strong autocratic or dictatorial control.
They support strong military and police state supremacy.
They are obsessed with national security.
They create an enemy to use as a unifying cause.
They control the mass media.
They protect corporate power.
They suppress labor and the workforce.
They lie and use propaganda for their ends.
They suppress intellectuals and the arts.
They obsess about crime and punishment.
They manipulate elections.

All shining qualities of extreme right wing whackos.

Think back to all those famous bad guys in history that did the above. They all had different names describing them; communists, socialists, Nazis, barbarians, terrorists, religions, empires, etc.

The names don't matter, their actions describe what they are.

We know that. They all do the same thing. It doesn't matter what you call them. You can call Hitler a fascist, a socialist, a liberal or a saint. That doesn't change what he was; an extreme right wing whacko. Same with Stalin, Pol Pot or Genghis Khan. Bad things are done by some people in all religions, races, nations and people in general.

We know that. Just add up the number of dead people throughout history and who was responsible for their deaths and you can see the proof yourself.

He who knows nothing is closer to the truth than he whose mind is filled with falsehoods and errors.
~ Thomas Jefferson

What do the nationalists say about killers punishing murderers and thieves sentencing looters?
~ Kahlil Gibran

Men are not punished for their sins, but by them.
~ Elbert Hubbard

Knowledge, idea, belief stands in the way of wisdom.
~ J. Krishnamurthi

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
~ Alfred, Lord Tennyson


Monday, November 10, 2008

Smiley : *)

Smiley was the smartest dog I ever knew. He would look you right in your eyes and expect you to treat him like a human. And the funny thing was, you'd treat him like a human.

I moved into a new place
and before long a little girl,
maybe five or six,
made friends with him.

Smiley loved chasing playing with frisbees.
I'd have to buy a new one every month or two,
because he would destroy them
by chewing them and tugging them
in games of tug of war.

One day the little girl brought a special frisbee.
It was white, and she had painted on its back.
It was a stick figure picture of Smiley
and the little girl playing frisbee on a lawn.

It was beautiful.

She gave it a big toss and Smiley chased after it.
He picked it up, carried it to his water bowl
and dropped it nearby.

She called for Smiley to bring it
but he refused and just picked another
older beat up one and brought it over to her.

She ran to the new frisbee and threw it again. but Smiley didn't chase it. He just let it sit where it fell; then ran to get an old one.

They spent the rest of the day
playing with the old ones.

The next day I noticed the painted frisbee
sitting right next to his bowl.

And there it sat.

They didn't play catch or chase or tug of war with it.
He would poke it, push it, roll it with his paw.

Months turned to years and the painted frisbee
lived next to Smiley's water bowl undisturbed.

Then it was time to move again.
The little girl was older now,
and Smiley and her were best friends.

When it was time for us to leave,
the little girl came to visit one last time.
Smiley picked up the perfect frisbee right away
and brought it over to her.

He pushed it towards her
with his nose and paw.
But when she tried to pick it up
he would grab it and run away.

She asked me what he was doing.

I said I thought Smiley
wanted her to have it back.
It would make her so happy
and make him happy too;
he'd had it all these years.

She gave Smiley a hug
and cuddled up to him,
He laid his head on her shoulder,
and she cried for awhile.

That was the last we ever saw the girl,
as she walked away
with the painted frisbee in one hand
a wave in the other;
and a smile splashed across her face.

It wasn't too much later
I bought another white frisbee
and painted a stick picture on it,
of the little girl and smiley
playing frisbee on a lawn.

I brought it to him
and threw it as far as I could.
He ran and picked it up;
and carried it back to his bowl.

And there it sat, undisturbed,
until the day he died.