manlycornhusk's blog post - I've run out of paper!

And this is just a damned handy place to put down some observations about life around my acre of dirt.

"Shame" is the one truly unforgivable sin...not the act of shame but the creation of it. I had a friend going through a messy divorce and having a hard time of it. Outwardly, he was quieter and more introverted than usual but for the most part, he was his usual self. Another friend came to me and whispered quietly, his eyes wide with disbelief, that he'd just seen my previous friend crying behind the machines in our work area. Shame made him hide his sorrow from his friends, shame made the second friend come back in system shock to tell me about it rather than walk up and put an arm around the one that needed it right then. Shame led us to never mention the incident and never to act in a more supportive manner to a man who needed all the friendship he could never admit to needing. So, pardon my french, but FUCK SHAME!

"Hatred" is the one dyslectic word in the dictionary. Yeah, I know what it's proported to mean but I'm talking about it's true meaning. Hate is also Heat, heat is fire, fire is purification....and purification is what a hateful person is trying to achive for themselves....because hating another is granting yourself purity.... The "hated" are relinquished to that particular circle of hell the "hater" keeps all who fail to live up to their expectations.....so, FUCK HATE!

"Labels"....labels are the attempt of anal retentive, cookie cutters to herd us all into manageable, sharp edged blocks and circles. Everyone knows that a square block won't go where a round circle goes...everyone... And they wonder why there is still racial tensions, religious wars and gender inequality...so, FUCK LABELS!

I've got a ton more....but I risk becoming unreadable in a single sitting. Rather than putting your butts to sleep...I'll end here and now. I'm sure you're seeing where this is going...we're all intelligent people here. Granted, some of us do spend way too much time letting the inner child play in the front yard, so to say, but for the most part...All the buttons work.

Peace and Love and FUCK HUMAN FAILINGS and FUCK ME FOR RANTING ABOUT IT!