My good friend, Verle, may he rest in peace, had a saying that he learned from his Latino friends that he would share often as we would strive to work outside in the West Virginia wilderness within the great buzzing clouds of gnats.
“Indiferencia se mata.”
“Indifference kills them.”
In other words, if you ignore the gnats, they won’t bother you.
Now there is no question in my mind that Verle’s mental capacity far outstripped my own so maybe it worked for him. Though he still would wear a bug net over his head when he was working outside. But in all honesty I really do think he reached a point where even in the midst of a buzzing cloud, the gnats had ceased to exist, at least for him.
I am wondering if perhaps the above adage might be worth applying to the seemingly endless negative rhetoric streaming from a certain White (Supremacist) House. (Or to any such useless drivel). In this age of the 24/7 news cycle and our ability to respond in an instant through social media to anything deemed disagreeable, it is far too easy to give attention to that which probably should be ignored.
Hear these words from Helen Keller:
“It is wonderful how much time good people spend fighting the devil. If they would only expend the same amount of energy loving their fellow men, the devil would die in his own tracks of ennui.”
So the question becomes, what or where or to whom are we expending our limited energy and resources?
Sometimes I wonder if our initial response is simply to alleviate our guilt at not being able to take the necessary steps towards lasting change within or without.
There, I wasn’t silent. I said something. I’ve done my part. Now on to the next tweet. Hey you, asshole, learn to drive!
Hmm, I wonder. Each day is an opportunity to become a better person, and to the best of our limited ability, to make the world around us a better place.
Am I becoming a better person? Am I treating the people around me with kindness and respect? Am I becoming less of a jerk? Am I gentler with my myself and others? Am I helping to make this world a better place?
If, at the end of the day, I can answer yes to these questions, then for that day at least I can say that I am on the right track.
I wonder what would happen to me and the world around me if I would spend more time in prayer and praise than I do in reacting to yet another ignorant comment or bit of negative rhetoric.
Christ have mercy.
you think it’s a paltry thing
these words you so quickly sing
without thought as to in whose mind they might land
like Rhett you quite frankly don’t give a damn
then suddenly the world is Scarlett red
the violent acting on what you said
now i find your response laughable my friend
in your pretend world love is Gone With The Wind
(Image by Alexander Parsonage)
I wish I could sell my poop.
I heard I could make $50 or more for a scoop.
You see some folks are missing a bacterium
and I’d love to be able to help someone.
But alas it is not to be.
At least not according to what I read.
My poo has to be the right shape and size
(and consistency), or otherwise,
it simply won’t fit the bill
to be made into that perfect pill.
But there’s another market out there I guess,
a host of consumers for a pile of BS.
Everyday it gets piled high and deep,
served with a smile to evangelical sheep
from a certain cunning fox’s friends.
It’s like the SOS never ends.
They shove it down your throat like Phi Slama Jama,
until you stink like that poop train stuck in Alabama.
And like Tammy Wynette, you’ll stand by your man
and pile up your plate as high as you can.
If he shouts loud and long enough, it has to be true,
even it looks and smells an awful lot like poo.
Tweet and retweet to your heart’s content.
It doesn’t change the fact that it’s still excrement.
So go ahead, sell your soul and believe all the lying.
It’s just a bunch of feces and I’m not buying.
Question: What do you call someone whose grandfather was an immigrant, is the son of an immigrant, is married to an immigrant, and therefore whose son is the son of an immigrant?
Answer: Someone who is against immigrants.
Oh, and the President of the United States.
Kind of confusing, right?
(PS. Line 133 is where the name of the aforementioned grandfather can be found on US immigration records from 1885)
actions without thought~
create enemies where none ~
i know it’s the in thing
the song we’re all supposed to sing
but i won’t put my faith in this king
the prosperity he promises to bring
is reserved for those fitting
a certain description
i refuse to participate in the conscription
that he is ordering
this business of governing
is a ground up thing
all of his teeth grinding
his habitual coniption
doesn’t change the prescription
or where my faith is residing
not in some reality tv lying
mene tekal on his building
this kingdom is dying
trying not to trust in the empty promises