truth, i guess, can be subjective as well. but deep down inside, and sometimes it takes alot of cajones to admit or even find, we can all uncover why we believe what we believe. what is at the root of what we believe? is fear fueling it?
it’s 3:10am. i’m going to bed.
it’s almost 11:30pm and i really should be in bed. first day at the new job tomorrow.
but i keep thinking, reading, about the creeping hatred against our President. it is clearly a hatred against his person, not so much about his choices or ideas. this hatred shows itself through racism, through blatant disturbing postings (facebook had to remove a group poll on if Obama should be assasinated)…the pictures of angry people at rallies, the joy of republican party members at the Olympic bid loss, the 400% rise in death threats…the mock pictures of him as a clown in white face or as a witchdoctor…
what is going on? and more importantly, does anyone partaking in any of this activity, is there a conscience involved? do these folks go to church on sunday and what is it that they confess if they are catholic, what is it that they ask forgiveness for from God? do these folk think about how his children may feel? how worried his wife may be?
this behavior is irrational. as irrational as someone yelling out loud during an important speech.
would it be different if a white man were the president? what about a hispanic or if he were jewish or buddhist?
to fear what is different can close off an entire world of new ideas and possibilities.
i’ll begin a new job tomorrow working for a different type of practice…but generally doing the same thing…taking care of companion animals. i feel most comfortable with the four footed furry creatures. they don’t discriminate. a friendly hand (doesn’t matter what color, sex, or creed) will almost always be rewarded with a kiss.