Follies (me me)
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Date: 2008-04-14, 8:35PM CDT
I would not pretend to accost one for speaking their mind, 3lmer. The only reason I do not suggest addressing this particular person, on this particular topic, is due directly to my efforts in the past (which were not dissimilar to yours in all aspects--minus any support for "trickle down economics" or whatever silly falsehoods either of us espouse to).
Telling a racist, who has their mind made up out of fear, to "just love everyone," is akin to "just say no" to the addict, or "just cheer up" to the manic depressive.
Still, this makes the message no less correct. Similarly, this makes the message no less important.
I do not question your exercise in futility, for I agree with it too fully.
It's like the cook in "The Muppets Take Manhattan" said, "Peoples is peoples. Is dogs, is bears, is chickens, is things."
There is nothing less American than racism.
The funniest aspect of racism is the racist. Racists are so much what they hate, perhaps even more so.
The racist is a minority, no matter what color.
The racist cares only for their own interests. The racist feels entitled. The racist feels scorned and cheated.
The racist has a cause that falls on the wholly deaf ears of a majority that cares not for them, and would sooner see them dead than their "dreams" realized.
The racist wastes so much time hating and blaming other people for things, they fail to understand a concept that is easily gained in many curricula:
Opportunity Cost
All the time spent hating is time that could have been spent contributing something positive to this world we have inherited.
The racist is exactly what the racist hates.
Their lack of cognizance notarizes the label of irony.
Perhaps the most comical portion of this monologue is that it is nothing more than a racist's logic: A series of generalizations based upon personal experience, and perhaps, a waste of time better spent. Jesus, my friend, brings much Good News. The most important of which is Love. No love is as random as God's love, it may seem, but it lurks everywhere. In the darkest corners of a mind gone astray. In a crumb of human skin being feasted upon by mites in a pillow. In the feces under my dogs fingernail. Even in places this dark, love can abound. So why not in the heart of a racist?
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