Ho Ho Humbug
So, my mom and dad are doing Rekkhi (sp?) wherein they learn the healing art of touch. I don't mean that in a smarmy way. I really believe in the power of prayer and the power of belief, so I think it's great that they're doing this. They're at the stage in their training now where they are able to send good vibes my way over distance. And, it works. Here's how I know:
Today, this evil little man (who was wearing a beret, which, if that's not enough to make me hate him ... well, okay it is) was talking on his cell phone LOUDLY as I was walking with Ed and Anthony through Rockerfeller Center Plaza on the way to our office Xmas party. First, I was angry because he was talking so loudly, because, that's just obnoxious. But then, he says, and I quote: "I was so happy they started up with the death penalty again in California. They should kill all those fuckers."
Now, here's the thing: I'm not sure where I stand on the death penalty. On the one hand, it makes me really nervous for the state to mete out that kind of punishment. On the other hand, I get an eye for an eye and all. BUT, here's the other thing: It's Christmas/Hannukah/Kwanza - whatever the belief system, the season, I think, dictates if not love for one's fellow man, at least consideration that there are likely to be children around! Multo inappropriato to be saying things like "Kill all those fuckers" right next to the big ass Xmas tree in the plaza. That's all my disgust was about. (That, and the beret. Yelch.)
The old J would have just been pissed over it, sad, spirit sapped. The new J at least had the gumption to point out the attempt at spirit stealing. It kind of felt good to let it be known that I was vomitous. And then, the beret-wearer (who I thought had turned the corner when I was recounting his assness to Ed and Anthony) says, "That's right, I said it." Proud to have been an ass. Aren't they all? Yeesh.
And then, I felt sorry for him. Not that he has beliefs that are not mine (see above re: conflict over death penalty), but that he felt the need to be so loud and angry in front of little kids. That's a sad, sad man. And, tonight, on the way home, I said a little prayer for him. (Dear Lord, please let him die ... no, I mean, please let him stop spewing his anger on the children. Yeah, that's it.). I am evolved.
Today, this evil little man (who was wearing a beret, which, if that's not enough to make me hate him ... well, okay it is) was talking on his cell phone LOUDLY as I was walking with Ed and Anthony through Rockerfeller Center Plaza on the way to our office Xmas party. First, I was angry because he was talking so loudly, because, that's just obnoxious. But then, he says, and I quote: "I was so happy they started up with the death penalty again in California. They should kill all those fuckers."
Now, here's the thing: I'm not sure where I stand on the death penalty. On the one hand, it makes me really nervous for the state to mete out that kind of punishment. On the other hand, I get an eye for an eye and all. BUT, here's the other thing: It's Christmas/Hannukah/Kwanza - whatever the belief system, the season, I think, dictates if not love for one's fellow man, at least consideration that there are likely to be children around! Multo inappropriato to be saying things like "Kill all those fuckers" right next to the big ass Xmas tree in the plaza. That's all my disgust was about. (That, and the beret. Yelch.)
The old J would have just been pissed over it, sad, spirit sapped. The new J at least had the gumption to point out the attempt at spirit stealing. It kind of felt good to let it be known that I was vomitous. And then, the beret-wearer (who I thought had turned the corner when I was recounting his assness to Ed and Anthony) says, "That's right, I said it." Proud to have been an ass. Aren't they all? Yeesh.
And then, I felt sorry for him. Not that he has beliefs that are not mine (see above re: conflict over death penalty), but that he felt the need to be so loud and angry in front of little kids. That's a sad, sad man. And, tonight, on the way home, I said a little prayer for him. (Dear Lord, please let him die ... no, I mean, please let him stop spewing his anger on the children. Yeah, that's it.). I am evolved.
posted by Sisters with Letters at
12:16 AM
3 Comments:
Hopefully, this doesn't turn into an all-out death penalty thing on your blog, but I'd rather not have the death penalty, because of the innocent people who get murdered. This guy said he didn't do it. Who knows. However, a friend of mine pointed out that he obviously did do some harm in his day and he's getting his due.
Also, I was wondering, just who are the "f---ers" he's talking about? Gang members, Californians? Death row inmates? Black males?
Please have your mom and dad send some of that good stuff my way, because I honestly do need it. :)
what cool parents you have! I used to be up in the air on the death penalty too but now (for no reason...age maybe) I'm pretty much against the death penalty...life in prison seems plenty punishment to me. It seems to me God should decide the really big punishments (like death) not our politicians.
I agree with Tina G on who mr. crazy ass was referring to as f--ers. This world needs LOTS of good vibes pointed at unhappy guys like him!
THANKS for the offer to send the Denyse Schmidt quilt book!! How nice -- you made by day by begin so kind! BUT...Unfortunately, because of my undisciplined spending and need for immediate gratification (which explains my weight issues) I bought it a few weeks ago. Of course, I haven't started anything yet...but I'm thinkin' about it!
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