“MESS WITH THE BEST AND YOU DIE LIKE THE REST”
(with the obligatory accompanying graphic looking down the barrel of a six-shooter)
Okay, let me try to clarify a few things here if I might:
A) please define “mess”. Is that like, what, inadvertently flicking a booger on your windshield when you were weaving in and out of all three lanes on the highway doing at least 90 and passing on the shoulders?
B) in what respect are you referring to yourself as “the best”? We need to set some standards to give your statement any latent credibility. This cannot be a consensus of one unless you are indeed “the best”, but we have yet to establish that.
C) “… and you die”? Making you judge, jury and/or executioner? So, on top of being “the best” you are also omniscient AND omnipotent?
D) “… like the rest.” Exactly how many people have you already killed for flicking a booger on your windshield?
Let’s just agree I’ll let you keep thinking you’re a bad ass and you let me keep living for finding you pitiful.
I am confident that pretty much each and every one of us truly believe …
… one of these two seriously needs to go fuck themselves.
Now THERE’s a step in the right direction.
The thing is, Bill and Annie are actually friends. They socialize. This is a picture from an appearance they did together as part of a tour they did.
They absolutely despise one another’s convictions, but they can remain on good terms.
I was like that with one of my best friends through the day he died. We had arguments on certain subjects that stopped short of grade-school playground name-calling.
But we respected each other’s thinking, and the differences and beliefs therein, and we formed a strong bond based on the shared beliefs. Even some of those beliefs diametrically opposed to one another seemed to have a common purpose in mind and in heart.
The simplest of them: we both wanted world peace, just had vastly divergent ideas on how to pursue it.
But we never let our beliefs get in the way of our friendship.
That’s where we run into lots of trouble.
The Pledge of Allegiance:
you know what phrase we need to remove?
“… one nation under God …” stays. No questions asked. I’d like to think we are a nation based on Godly principles even if those core beliefs drive people in different directions.
We’ve got to get that “indivisible” part of it out of there, because we thrive on driving a wedge between ourselves and anyone who dares to disagree.
That is what will do us in.
When I was watching the Opening Ceremonies of the Olympics this past Friday night, a strange and uniquely American thought came to me:
I’m seeing countless contingents of young, vibrant athletes representing countries I had no idea existed. Some I had heard of in passing but long since forgotten about whatever little I learned of them at the time.
Azerbaijan, Belarus, Côte d’Ivoire… Kyrgyzstan, Latvia, Montenegro… all the way through Vanuatu and Zambia, all mixed in there with Canada, China, Great Britain, Italy and Spain.
I saw these guys that looked like they just got off a tractor in Kansas and girls who looked they were waiting patiently for that guy to come in for the dinner they had made; they looked like the Ivy League stud walking out of his commodity broker’s office in Silicon Valley towards his pristine Benz two-seater and the sorority babe Soccer Mom picking up his kids from practice in the decadent Lexus SUV; or they had that unmistakable glow of having spent the day surfing and hanging out down by Malibu Lagoon.
And I thought “they all look like Americans”.
They don’t look like us, we look like them.
Fact is, most of US don’t look American…
… and while I’m thinking of it, we didn’t invent democracy or God and it’s about time we quit acting like we did.