With all the focus this week legalizing discrimination against fellow Americans, it’s easy to forget the hell we have unleashed on other folks. Â In fact, you might say that is exactly why we are even discussing gay marriage at this point – it certainly hasn’t been important enough to talk about for the last two years, but hey, isn’t that an election coming up? Â Gotta divide the country again, quick!
Emily Dickinson wrote, “hope is a thing with feathersâ€. If what she wrote is true, then hope has flown far- very far- from Iraq…
From Baghdad: There’s an ethnic cleansing in progress and it’s impossible to deny. People are being killed according to their ID card. Extremists on both sides are making life impossible. Some of them work for ‘Zarqawi’, and the others work for the Iraqi Ministry of Interior. We hear about Shia being killed in the ‘Sunni triangle’ and corpses of Sunnis named ‘Omar’ (a Sunni name) arriving by the dozen at the Baghdad morgue. I never thought I’d actually miss the car bombs. At least a car bomb is indiscriminate. It doesn’t seek you out because you’re Sunni or Shia.
More here.
I deliberately choose NOT to watch the news on TV. Not because I believe ignorance is bliss. Ignorance is the one thing that makes me want to punch people in the face. Hatred stems from ignorance. Hence groups that take hatred to the extreme (KKK, just for an example). What I have found to be true is the following: What I most dislike in the people that I meet is normally something I hate within myself. Am I ignorant? No. Am I unaware of the angry world that we live in? No. I think of myslef as open to all God’s creatures, all races, all nationalities. Am I unaware that the President that I voted into office is making some hypocritical decisions? HAYULL NO. I disagree with the Dixie Chicks (Natalie Maines), but I’ve often agreed with what Jon Stewart has joked about. So where am I as far as my knowlege of the goings-on elsewhere in the world? I know what’s going on, but at my own pace! I’m just an intelligent yet easily depressed mother who chooses what I feed my brain on any given day.