Mother of Exiles

This is going to be a long one.

So, Donald Trump said this - "“[Mexico is] sending people that have lots of problems, and they are bringing those problems to us. They  [Mexicans] are bringing drugs, and bringing crime, and they are rapists.”        


  As someone who lived all my life in the southwest, the majority of it in a Hispanic Majority state, I would, of course, like to point out a few of my own observations.

 First, Mexico isn't "Sending" anyone. You don't send your citizens to work and be productive in other countries. Mexicans are coming here due to poverty and lack of opportunity in their own country, for the chance to work and help their families.

 Second, I remember many things from my life in New Mexico. I remember the Blakes Lottaburger where me and my friends went to get green chile cheese burgers. White Sands, and Three Rivers. I remember hanging out at the School for the Visually Handicapped because they had a trippy playground. I remember hanging out in the desert, parking at the Space Hall of Fame, and dozens of other fun and not so fun things.

I also remember many farmers and ranchers and others in need of cheap labor gladly getting that labor from undocumented workers. Using them to dig ditches, exercise horses, throw hay bales, build outbuildings, work in junkyards. Housing them, waiting for them to come back when they went home. One even bragging how his loyal worker was sent back to Mexico and walked the 100 miles to come back to work for him.

 I remember a young man who jumped from a train near our house. He was beat up from the fall and desperate. He came to our door and asked to be taken to the "safe way." We thought he wanted to go to the grocery store. My mom cooked for him and let him watch TV in our den. We gave him a ride to the grocery store and realized that was not what he was talking about. He wanted a safe way to go on to where he was headed. We went back to the house.  My dad came home and called immigration. I remember my mom was sad because she wanted to help him. I remember the look on his face.

Now it seems that all these people who benefited from undocumented workers, who talked about what honest hard workers they were, who said "no white person would do these jobs," the ones wanted to help, now are the ones so eager to cast these people from Mexico, people from literally just down the road, as druggies, murderers and rapists, leaping on the Trump bandwagon.

This is the Conservative clarion call, however, I will credit Jeb Bush who took exception to Trump's statement, saying he takes the words personally. He called them "extraordinarily ugly comments." I never thought I would agree with a Bush, but there you have it.

I now live in Denver, and as a career HR professional I have worked with many immigrants from several nations, not just Mexico. It has been my privilege. They are hard working, diligent people who are appreciative of the opportunities they have earned, who bring diversity and new perspective to their work, who solve problems and increase value.

I have also met undocumented workers desperate for jobs and willing to do whatever they could, just to work, and had to turn them away. It is a terrible thing. All they want is the same thing we all want, to take care of our families and to have a chance.

The smug response is "well, then they can do it legally, like everyone else. Follow the system."

Really? Like you? Like your ancestors? Right. The first quantitative immigration law was adopted in 1921. If your people came before, well then, they got a free pass (unless they were Chinese). So basically we all got the benefit and want to slam the door in the face of everyone else. In order to do this we dehumanize the "other" with false propaganda.

What about the facts?
Does anyone care about facts? Well just in case, here are some:


—"Foreign-born individuals exhibit remarkably low levels of involvement in crime across their life course." (Bianca Bersani, University of Massachusetts, 2014. Published in Justice Quarterly.)

 — "There’s essentially no correlation between immigrants and violent crime." (Jörg Spenkuch, Northwestern University, 2014. Published by the university.) — "[I]mmigrants are underrepresented in California prisons compared to their representation in the overall population. In fact, U.S.-born adult men are incarcerated at a rate over two-and-a-half times greater than that of foreign-born men." (Public Policy Institute of California, 2008.)

— "[D]ata from the census and a wide range of other empirical studies show that for every ethnic group without exception, incarceration rates among young men are lowest for immigrants, even those who are the least educated. This holds true especially for the Mexicans, Salvadorans and Guatemalans, who make up the bulk of the undocumented population." (Ruben Rumbaut, University of California, 2008. Published by the Police Foundation.)

— "Analyses of data collected from four Southwest states and the U.S. Census show that the perceived size of the undocumented immigrant population, more so than the actual size of the immigrant population and economic conditions, is positively associated with perceptions of undocumented immigrants as a criminal threat." (Xia Wang, Arizona State University, 2014. Published in Criminology.)

This last one speaks about perception. See, it doesn't matter what the actuality is. If people think, whether they are wrong or not, that there is a large undocumented immigrant population in their area, they will THINK, that there is a criminal threat. It has nothing to do with whether there is actually a criminal threat. Basically, it is all in your head. It is called bias and bigotry, and it is a bad thing.

What's worse?

There are people right now, Americans who want to contribute to this country, people who were brought here as infants with no control over their situation, who were raised in this country and feel loyal to it - who have performed well in school, who want to go on to college and make careers and live the American dream - and they are being deported. What kind of selfishness is this? What kind of evil narcissism? Imagine you are out there one day, at your self congratulatory fourth of July celebration, waving your flag and shouting" 'Merica!" And suddenly federal officials surround you and tell you that you are being returned to Poland, or Hungary, or Italy, or wherever your people hail from. "But... But... I am an American, I love this country, I have lived here all my life. I don't know anything about Poland, I don't speak Polish. All my friends are here, I am going to college in the spring...." Yeah you get the point. Oh, and by the way, when was the last time any of you were accepted to an Ivy League university? Fernando Rojas got accepted to all 4. Of the roughly 200,000 undocumented youth that attend university in the USA, many are in the top schools in the nation. Murderers and Rapists indeed.

This, in case you forgot, is a nation of immigrants. The diversity of our population makes us able to do great things. White fear, because that is really what it is... white fear of dark skin, of difference, of the other having the same level of power and equality and privilege, is what will destroy this country. Not the hard working people who come here with stars in their eyes, and the reflection of Liberty in their hearts, lured by the call of Lady Liberty, the Mother of Exiles:

"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

We should be ashamed that all who are here, whose grandparents and those who came before, heard this call and found shelter and solace here, now pretend to somehow have a nativeness and right to close the door in the face of those who would come after. Shame. 

Our system makes it extremely difficult, and we don't care.  My favorite response to Trump comes from this man who has worked harder in one day than Trump ever has or will in his life.

Why a Corporation isn't a Person

Okay I am back. I had decided I wasn't going to do political posts anymore - frankly it's exhausting. BUT, it's not like you can just stop talking. Once you stop talking, well, you lose your voice. I'm not ready to lose my voice yet. So here we go...

Alright, let's get one thing straight. An imaginary entity should not have the same rights under the law as me - a real, living, breathing person. Legal teams working for individuals who run said entity should not be able to use laws that were written to protect me, (again, a real, living, breathing person) AGAINST me in order to protect its own interests. Okay, I know what you are going to say. "But Corvid, corporations are OWNED by real, live, breathing people and so it's the same thing." Well no, Mr. Plucky Pants, no it is indeed not the same thing. Not even close. Corporations are comprised of many, sometimes hundreds, sometimes thousands of individuals who work for said owner, or CEO and board, or what have you. They have diverse beliefs, goals, etc.  For a single owner or CEO to say that he has the right to put the combined resources of all those people and of all the revenue they generate for that corporate entity behind his sole belief system, or to use those resources to gain a better position of power for the corporate entity regardless of the wants, beliefs, or effects on the people who generate said revenue for the entity... and then to pursue the right to do so in our highest courts using laws intended to protect individuals, mainly from the same types of entities is, in a word, reprehensible.

Our rights are at risk of being suppressed in favor of the corporate good.

Here are a few reasons why corporate personhood is a bad idea.

 Corporations have way more resources than average citizens. They have far more resources legally, and it is difficult to bring a case against them and see it through to resolution. It is usually in their interest to lobby to weaken regulations that protect us against them, the concept of personhood enables this. Corporations can easily outspend just about anyone who tries to go up against them, they can buy media, propagandize, and undermine individual efforts. Right now under the law, corporations have the same rights as human beings, their right to free speech allows them to spend unlimited amounts of money on political campaigns, and their right to privacy means unannounced regulatory inspections can be challenged. It is my hope that you can begin to understand how this can put our rights and safety at risk.

So, how did it all happen? Whose brilliant idea was this?

Well, since 1819 the government has recognized corporations as having the same rights as people when it comes to drawing up and signing contracts. That seems reasonable, however... In 1886 a guy named Bancroft Davis was working as a court reporter for the Supreme Court of the United States, or SCOTUS for short. Croftie, as he was known by close friends and fellows, was working the day the court heard Santa Clara County vs. the Union Pacific Railroad. He just happened to be a railroad man himself, President of the Newburgh and New York Railway Company. He made the decision to insert a comment by the chief Justice into the recording of the Headnote Opinion, which was not the official opinion of the SCOTUS, nor should it have stood as precedent for any future cases. The Chief Justice said that they were not there to argue whether a corporation stood as a person under the 14th amendment, he was under the opinion that it did. Railroad man Croftie made sure that unofficial opinion made it into the record. And although it was not officially heard as a case, or made as an official statement of a Justice, it has been reaffirmed in several cases since. Nice work Croftie, you get to go down in history as the douchebag that started this whole business.

Look, corporations have done nothing but grow in wealth and power since Croftie did his thing. I don't think even he could imagine the amassed weath and political influence today's big corporations wield. There needs to be protections for individuals... real, living, breathing people... set into the constitution that was written for the benefit and protection of us... real, living, breathing... you get it.

We need an amendment.

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The Importance of Showing Up...

September started with mourning and sadness.

My daughter lost her dog. This was a pretty traumatic event for her, as it was completely unexpected. One day he was running around, stealing food off the table and getting in the trash, as usual. The next he was deathly ill and had to be put to sleep.

School was in its first week, and everything was rush and hustle. We noticed that Dash was not his usual super perky self (he was named "Dash" for a reason) but it wasn't enough of a lack for us to think something was wrong. By the next day he wouldn't get up off his bed, we knew something was really wrong and we rushed him to the vet. The vet told us that he had yellowing on the skin inside his ears and in the sclera of his eyes, a sure sign of hepatitis, which indicated some sort of liver failure. He hadn't been off his food, or showing any signs of illness, it was one day normal, the next day a tiny bit slow, and the next complete shut down. At first the vet thought, given the yellowing, that maybe Dash had ingested something toxic. He put him on fluids right away and drew some blood for tests. We waited, my daughter was terribly distraught, and the vet wasn't talking like the prognosis was very good.

I have to say that it is a terribly helpless feeling to watch someone you love so much mourn. Charlotte was trying to keep her hopes and spirits up, but both of us knew by the way the vet was talking that chances were slim. Sure enough, the vet came back and explained what the blood analysis showed. Dash had an autoimmune disorder, he had probably had it his entire life, and it had slowly destroyed all of his red blood cells. The doc said that the effects of this kind of disorder come on very fast, seemingly over night, and that there was not much in the way of treatement. Dash could have a blood transfusion and be given drugs that would destroy his immune system, but it would only prolong things.

We had to make the tough decision of whether it would be better to help the little guy pass away gently, or prolong his illness. The vet gave him some medication to help him through the night and we took him home. We layed him on his bed and the girls stayed with him, talking to him and telling him what a good boy he was. We shared all our funny and good memories of the little black Italian greyhound we rescued 7 years ago. We laughed about his third ride in the car when we went through Starbuck's drive through and he tried to walk through the service window, or how he would wear everyone out chasing his tennis ball and still be raring to go when all of us couldn't throw another ball. How he would hold the kittens down and nibble on their fur. How we started calling him "Fatty Dash" because he was the chubbiest Italian Greyhound anyone had ever seen.

By the next morning Dash was really out of it. He hadn't moved from his bed. The vet had told us that if he got like this, he wasn't going to make it and needed to be put to sleep.

Charlotte confessed to me that she didn't know if she could go in with him. She was scared and didn't know if she could handle it. This is where I had to make a hard decision. I could either help my daughter avoid a tough situation and tell her she didn't have to. I could spare her a traumatic event, shelter her and take care of it myself... or I could tell my daughter that part of life is having to be brave for others. That she was the center of this little dog's life, and even though she was scared, she needed to be there for him, to help see him off and take care of him to the end. That being brave doesn't mean we aren't scared, it means we show up and take care of business.

I decided on the latter.

She agreed with me, and even though she was scared she went with Dash. The veterinary office prepared a room for them with a doggy bed on the floor. They let Charlotte sit with Dash and comfort him for as long as she wanted, giving them space and peace. She cried for her little dog and by the time it was done the entire staff of the clinic was in tears. The vet was kind and compassionate, as was her staff, and Dash went restfully and peacefully in Charlotte's arms. The last thing he saw and smelled was his girl, the last thing he heard was what a good boy he was and how much he was loved.

She came home and cried and we talked about how that's okay, how mourning those we love is right, and sometimes it takes a little while to get all the hurt out.

It was hard for me to witness her in such terrible sadness, things like this kind of render all your mom powers useless. There is no bandaid for this kind of booboo. There is no kissing or talking this away. It just has to be borne, and all you can do is be there to share it.

It was tough and sad and terrible, but she did right by her dog. After it was over, she said she was glad she had been there, that she was glad she was able to hold him and that she would have regretted it if she hadn't.

There were many important things to learn in all of this, not the least of which is that death is a part of life.

But most importantly, even if you are scared, you do the right thing. You show up. It's important.

My daughter showed up. I don't think I have been more proud.

Subjective Rage...

So this morning, after writing for a long time in my journal, I was in a great mood and all prepared to come here and write out a chipper little piece I had composed about handwriting and writing by hand.

Well, let's just say that got derailed in a major way.

On the way to work I was the target of subjective rage. I call it subjective rage because it is rage that exists in the mind of, and belongs entirely to, the subject (the rager in the black sedan in the lane next to me) based on some perceived wrong that I (obliviously) have committed against them due to an act or intention that also exists only in their mind.

Here's how it went down...

I was driving down the freeway during morning rush. I am in the slow lane, hands on the steering wheel at 10 and 2, driving the speed limit, I didn't even have the radio on. I am a model of the conscientious driver, minding my own business, trying to get safely to work.

There is a car to the left of me in the passing lane. Both of us come to a convergence where another road meets the one me and left lane guy are on, with about 500 feet of merge lane. A black sedan comes racing up the merge lane and instead of slowing a bit so that they can merge in smoothly behind the two oncoming cars (me and left lane driver), they speed up, keeping pace with us. I can't move over because left laner is staying right by my side. I slow a little, thinking black sedan will speed up and get in the lane.

Suddenly, black sedan swerves violently towards me. I avoid them, nearly hitting lefy, who also swerves, coming perilously close to the barrier wall. This could have been disastrous. I think "what the hell!?" assuming black sedan had dropped their cell phone, or spilled their coffee...

I look over, and there is a little blonde woman (who I am sure is a nice, reasonable person when you meet her at the day spa, or Starbucks, or wherever else people who drive black sedans go) gesturing wildly, her gaping mouth shaping unheard expletives that, judging by her flushed face and strained expression are being screamed at the top of her lungs. I am shocked. I come to the sudden realization that this otherwise rational, law abiding citizen, this productive member of society, has just tried to ram me with their car to force me out of "their" lane. This woman was willing to risk killing two people to gain two seconds in the race to work.

Of course I responded in the usual and accepted mode, I yelled back, flipped the bird (secretly hoping this would not turn out to be one of the 600 people I am responsible for training where I work), and had thoughts of following this fucking bitch wherever she was going and punching her in the face. Now I am also filled with rage, as is lefty, who is now doing his own private little rage dance in his own automobile.

Suffice it to say, this was almost a very bad day.

After I got to work and calmed down I went through the usual "Oh my god what if I would have had my kids in the car, or what if I had been an elderly person whose reflexes were not as quick?" I considered how lucky I was, because it had been very close, and I got over (to some degree) the bad feeling that you get when someone intentionally does something that could potentially do you serious harm, for no apparent reason... I started thinking about why we get so angry when we drive.

I am just as guilty as the next guy of yelling at traffic and getting, let's face it, unreasonably frustrated and angry at all the other people doing the same thing as me, just trying to get where they are going.

But why? Why do we take it so personally, and get angry about it. And it IS totally subjective anger - My mind is filled with rage at that guy who just cut me off, as if he did it to purposefully spite me... that's how it plays out in my head. That asshole, he just cut me off, I'll show him! And if you are honest, you will admit that you do the same thing too. Even if you don't yell, you have gotten angry at the other driver, you feel wronged and offended, it's personal. You want to defend your territory, sometimes you even want revenge, and that's when things get dangerous.

I am sure this woman goes about her daily life much the same as me, in every other respect she is most likely a very nice person. She probably has responsibilities, and people who rely on her. She has people who love her and care about her. She has things she likes to do, that she looks forward to. She has dreams and aspirations. All that nearly came to an end today on Hwy 6 West because she had to beat me, she couldn't drop her speed just a touch and merge into the lane. She had to go ahead of me, get in front. She was impatient, she had to teach me a lesson about being in the space she wanted to be in. She had to threaten to hit me with her car because she was angry, and because she was angry she was willing to risk her life, and mine and lefty's as well. It makes no sense.

According to AAA aggressive driving like this accounts for half of all traffic fatalities (you can take their aggressive driving quiz here)

Research done on road rage shows that we feel strongly territorial toward our car and our driving space. When we drive down the road and see the lane or spot we need to be in, suddenly in our mind it becomes ours and we are willing to fight to get it. 90% of people surveyed by AAA state they have experienced road rage, either as the rager or the ragee.

Here is what Professor Leon James a researcher at University of Hawaii has to say on the subject:

"It's the same around the world. We all have anger and if we do not manage our emotions in the car then we can be subject to extreme road rage. People can switch from a rational human being to a lower mode - a state I sometimes refer to as reptilian thinking. If we perceive that we have been attacked by another driver then we flick into that mode and that's the beginning of a duel."

So basically, we get territorial, someone threatens our territory, we revert to lizard brain and want to bash their skulls in.

It's funny how something as technologically advanced as a black sedan can cause us to revert to our most primitive state.

It's hard to know what to do about it, because apparently we are fighting psychology here... And it is particularly terrifying because my 18 year old daughter is in the process of getting her license.

I hope and pray that when my daughter is out there driving on her own that black sedan doesn't come along and run her off the road, or over the median, or into an oncoming car because she is in a spot that black sedan thinks she owns.

It is estimated 40,000 people die every year in car accidents in the US, 20,000 of those are due to aggressive driving and road rage. That seems like a big number to be. That seems like a problem. Why isn't anyone talking about this?

Happy driving.

The Gift...

18 years ago I was given a gift. I didn't know what a gift it would be at the time, like all new parents I was frightened and unsure. My biggest fear was that I was going to mess up, I was going to ruin this amazing little creature... I was going to do everything wrong.

The crazy thing is, she did more of the doing than I did.

You see, my daughter is a teacher.

My daughter has taught me so much in the past 18 years.


She taught me the usual things, like, I could love someone more than I ever imagined possible. That there is something that matters far more than myself... But mostly, she taught me how to not do things. How to unlearn. How to take the risky move of understanding that what you believed to be previously true may not be, and you need to move in a different direction. That my life experience didn't have to rule my future. That I was strong.

My daughter taught me how people who love you treat you... and how people who do not love you treat you.

My daughter taught me that I could accomplish more than I ever knew possible.

My daughter taught me that every day should, and will, have laughter. That it is incredibly important to be silly, and that it's totally okay to be a complete nerd.

My daughter taught me that it is more important to do what you love to do and to be who you really are, instead of who they said you should be.

My daughter taught me Spongebob songs, and strange Japanese pop-culture references. She taught me how to do the eyebrow dance, and how to wiggle your tongue and snap your fingers at the same time. I taught her some stuff too, along the way.

My daughter is 18 now, and while I know there will always be times when she will need a mom, I am looking forward to becoming her friend, because she is such an amazing human being, and I am proud to know her. I want to watch her go into the world and make it hers. I want to keep learning from her.

I tried to give her everything I never had. Not material things... The important things, the things you can't see at first glance. I hope I did well. I did my best, just like she taught me.

I love you Charlotte. Happy Birthday. Mom.

You're not like Jesus... Neither am I

So I had a typical "extremely rude Christian comment" experience yesterday on FaceySpacey. The only thing is, I can't seem to get this one out of my head. It hung around, niggling at my mind, and made me think long and hard about a lot of things. Mostly it made me think about why people are the way they are.


I guess religious zealots, hypocrites, and all around crazy people have been around since the dawn of time, or at least since we decided there was something out there bigger than ourselves and knowing this gave us the right to be righteously indignant at our neighbor's erroneous worship of said bigger thing... And just as long as the zealots have been around, so have the finger pointers... the ones who take pleasure in calling out those they perceive to be hypocrites. The judgers who judge the judgmental.

I guess before I go on about what this whole interaction made me think about, I should share what it was about - (names and avatars have been changed to protect the innocent).

The context? The Poster, who is also a rockstar, reposted an image of a compound belonging to an extremely wealthy televangelist, along with a quote from Matthew 19:24 about how it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to get into heaven.

Given the exposure of so many televangelists as frauds who rip off their well meaning but gullible followers, and the fact that the example of Christ himself was giving away what you had to those who need it more as opposed to amassing wealth, this seemed reasonable. Let the free for all begin.

First I tossed in my favorite Romans 2:24, as well as a Diderot quote for good measure as seen below - and it just sort of escalated from there.

Initially I was irritated by Rude Christians's "idiots" comment, and feeling very self satisfied with my response. I felt justified because I thought "this person is not acting like a Christian."

Then I went on to think how typical that was, and it made me feel kind of smug and proven right in a way. At the time it didn't occur to me that it was kind of a ridiculous thing to think, really. But, for some reason I just couldn't get this out of my mind.

My thoughts traveled from "Why can't Rude Christian act the way I "know" they are supposed to," to "why does that bother me?" It then progressed to "who am I to decide what a christian should act like, aren't both of us basing our assumptions of that behavior on a questionable text written a couple thousand years ago?" Rude Christian wasn't acting in a way I thought was "good," but then... was I?

I guess my initial irritation at the name calling and whatnot stemmed from my perception of how a Christian is supposed to behave, especially when it happened in the context of Poster, who is also a rockstar, and myself pointing out how the televangelist was not acting the way we thought a christian was supposed to behave.

After thinking on it for a time though, it grew more into the frustration that we can't seem to coexist in our beliefs without pushing our perceptions and assumptions onto each other in a negative way. I am going to use quotes from your revered text to make you look stupid, you are going to feel offended and angry and call me names, I am going feel a sense of satisfaction that I have provoked you to anger, and incite you further with more "facts" when the real fact is, I am intentionally trying to make you look even more stupid and offend you further.

Why?

And while both of us are yelling "that's not what Jesus would do, etc." (me ridiculously so, seeing as I am not a Christian at all so why should I care...), The fact is, we are both wrong.

Jesus was not about proving anyone wrong. He was about kindness. His whole thing was haters are going to hate, and the only thing you can do is love them in return. Kill them with kindness. Win them over with love. Treat them to tolerance so that they can see the love of god. Forgive them, feed them, heal them. Be a human being. Turn the other cheek. Be kind and loving to one another. See that guy over there with no shoes? Give him yours, because you have 10 more pairs at home. See that woman over there with no lunch? Give her yours, it won't kill you to miss a meal. See that person posting angry diatribes against religion? Just be cool. Be kind. Be the opposite of what they have come to hate. Win them over with love and respect and generosity. Turn the other cheek. And in doing so, they just might come over to your way of thinking. They just might too live a life of kindness and generosity - which if we all did - would be great for society. There would be peace, and kindness, we would give each other the same care and consideration that we give to ourselves. We would see the divine in each individual, and we would cherish that. We would be saved... from ourselves. That was Jesus.

Now I know there are Christians out there who would read this and say "but Corvid..." yes, yes, I know... You want your hard core righteous preachy "you're going to hell if you don't get saved" point of view represented... but the problem with that? That's not Jesus. That's Paul. Paul was a douche and a misogynist who, in my opinion, hijacked what Jesus was trying to do and turned it into zealotry and intolerance and hate. Zealots hate. I know, I was a zealot like that once.

My opinion is most likely not worth very much, but I don't think if Jesus were born and lived his life here today he would be picketing abortion clinics and screaming about gay marriage, and calling people idiots on facebook. I think he would be preaching against inequality, helping the poor, caring for the homeless, showing love to those who so desperately need it and do without it every day... He would be calling out those who marginalized the less fortunate, he would be traveling from town to town healing the sick, and spreading love. He would be saying "don't throw the stone unless you have never sinned yourself." Kinda like he did 2000 years ago. He would be showing people god's love through his actions.

The opposite side of the coin is this - I think that for those of us who do not claim christianity as a religion, and often times take pleasure in smacking down those who do who are not behaving the way we think they should... if we are smart enough, and knowledgeable enough about the bible and christian doctrine to call out others, there are two things we should keep in mind. One, if we can recognize people who are being hypocritical, then we should acknowledge they aren't the real deal, recognize that there are many who are, and don't judge the entire bushel because of some bad apples. And two - instead of pointing out the behavior we don't like and deem hypocritical in others, we should try to be the best human beings we can be ourselves. Maybe we should teach the faux christians how to behave through our own example... with kindness, love, charity, etc.

I don't know, this is just my attempt to make sense of this rambling thought trail, this chain reaction set off by a passing interaction on facebook with someone I don't even know. It is my attempt to make sense of myself.

It is easy to get caught up in the derision game, but in the end, it is unkind. There is already so much division, and so much of it is drawn along lines of belief. Belief is something that is supposed to enrich our lives and make us better people. Kinder people.

I am by no means an atheist, I have my beliefs. Maybe I should try to do better by them myself before I go out casting stones.