I hate you, you hate me…
If you live in a cave, you are the fortunate one. You didn’t have to absorb all the bad JuJu from a screwed up world full of hate this week. Pick a corner of the planet. Did you know there are 32, yes, 32 wars going on right now? That little factoid blew my socks off. When you let that sink in, that’s a whole lot of venom swirling around the cosmos.
Palestine, Israel, Ukraine, Syria, Iraq, Afganistan, Nigeria, Sudan, all killing fields, full of innocent people who simply want to survive. Conflict isn’t anything new here. Since the dawn of time, one group battled another for wealth, resources or, because they were different.
Wars in the name of religion boil down to, My God can beat up your God, and no one wins in that scenario. Thousands die, but no one ever wins. The pendulum of religious fervor will swing back the other direction and another sect will rise to power.
All in the name of “If you’re not like me, you can’t be.”
Different ideas alone don’t threaten the status quo. Different lifestyles, beliefs and appearance don’t cause hate. Hate breeds in a vacuum of ignorance. If a hater doesn’t understand your choices, he’ll invent a reason to tell you you’re wrong, how you’re a sinner, or hide behind a keyboard and rally up the other haters from beneath their dark mossy rocks.
But this only happens in these far, distant lands where centuries of conflict create a genetic link to perpetual violence, right?
Exotic like, Ferguson, Missouri?
Hey, I wasn’t there and I’m not about to invent my version of events. It’s tragic and I feel for everyone involved. But, Sweet Holy Mother of Flamingos, the reaction, blame and outrage on both sides was irresponsible. I know it’s Shark Week on the Discovery Channel, but that’s no excuse for activists, hate mongers, race-baiters and their ilk, to circle the town in wait for a television spot, or an opportunity to make a quick buck. Oh, and looting and burning always solves problems, just like tear gas and fire hoses.
This is not the time to let the haters win. Don’t allow them to divide us. They thrive on conflict, disorder and misery. If we take that fuel away, we all win. Let the people assemble to voice their grievances and allow the police ensure that it is done safely. Those who prey upon grief and try to sew the seeds of unrest will shrivel up and blow away like dust.
This isn’t meant to be a big Kumbaya moment. We have work to do and it begins with respect and tolerance, people. I’m turning off the television and if you have room in your cave, I’d appreciate a little corner until this big ball of hate begins to deflate.