Hares’ Heirs’ Hairs

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I cannot help but notice… whenever I happen upon the Hare Family, unexpectedly, my next door neighbors seldom act in a skittish manner.

Just yesterday, with sundown heralding my yard chores’ quitting time, whilst in the (literal) thick of my weed whacking; i.e., my full throttling that device (absolutely cranking out some serious decibels), none of my ferocious racket had proven sufficiently hair-raising to the adorable hare I had happened upon. Nope, I hadn’t “turned a hair” (as it were) at all!

I cannot help but wonder… can hares intellectually and/or instinctively differentiate friend from foe?

After all, a friend, such as moi, would never harm one hair on a hare!

And for that matter… factoring in how we’ve all been enjoying peaceful co-existence for untold generations (theirs; they’re the prolific ones), same goes for how…

I would never harm hares’ heirs’ hairs!

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Fortune Cookie Blog: Goldilocks Zone

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Goldilocks and the Three Bears can help
divine the happy medium of Devoutness.
Too cold and too soft leads to Irrelevance.
Too hot and too hard leads to Intolerance.
Just Right leads to Peaceful Coexistence!

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Offensive Fences and Walls

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One of my newfound WP compatriots employs a clever method to come up with a prompt word; i.e., to inspire some of his posts. He randomly selects and opens a book and, without looking, simply lets his extended finger land on the page!

Voilà, he’s found his “word”.

And on this new day, his prompt and now, mine too, becomes: Wall

For a left leaning man, such as I, there’s an instantaneous, free association with a freedom loathing X-prez who’s also an inveterate xenophobe.

As most of us are all too painfully aware, throughout his odious tenure, he was obsessed with making good on his bad (actually awful, deplorable) campaign promise of constructing a big, badass, electrified, spiked wall along the U.S. / Mexico border. And if memory serves, he also wanted to dredge out a moat, alongside, and stock that water filled barrier with fanged, venomous snakes and take-no-prisoners ravenous, carnivorous alligators.

Alas, memory serves well.

Long exasperated sigh.

Well, now that I’ve caught my breath, let’s let this wall issue promptly move our thoughts in a more humane direction…

Let’s address the defensive attitudes, which prompt people to erect invisible walls around themselves; just as formidable and impenetrable as the brick and mortar variety; the very type that get in the way of human understanding; the awareness that, deep down, most of us are more alike than different from one another.

The walls that inhibit problem solving, and, yes, even friendship and love.

Let’s deconstruct the word “defensive”, itself, right down to its root, “fense” and then sub in the letter “c”

Voilà, the word “fence” emerges; yet, another type of wall.

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A Parable

Preface: Based upon an actual bygone event…

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Once upon a time… there lived a brash, young Robin, who lived to assert his territorial dominance. That innate disposition was put to the test one sunny, mild, spring morning. As he perched on a budding lilac branch, swaying in the gentle breeze, he happened to notice another robin, also sitting on a nearby, budding lilac branch.

Flapping his wings and speaking in (what else?) fluent robin, he angrily tweeted, “How dare you invade my territory!” But the other bird simply appeared to silently mock his threatening gestures; in no other way did he respond to his scolding. So fueled by his aggression, Robin swooped in to make “the kill” never once noticing how he was attacking his own reflection in a garage windowpane.

In an attempt to end the bitter hostility, a Human came rushing out of his house, arms waving in the air. The Robin flew away, albeit, his retreat only momentary. As soon as the Human went back inside, the fierce battle of the birds, mind you, one real, one phantom, resumed; and then raged on and on for many, many days to follow.

In dismay, the Human watched further. He took no joy in witnessing this senseless war. Being a proponent of non-violence, he did not even want to see this Robin harmed or dead. No, the knee-jerk military style reaction of whipping out a firearm and blowing this bird’s head off, was NOT an option. Nor was the do nothing approach, for that would either result in that combative bird knocking himself out, or doing even greater bodily injury, should that windowpane shatter.

The Human, shaking his head glumly side to side, now drew parallels to this own species. Was not territoriality what fueled acrimonious wars throughout the pathetic history of the human race? Was not that Robin now facing the same horrors of war, namely, pointless destruction, injury and death?

And even more disturbing a thought; had not that Robin gone to war based on totally flawed reasoning? After all, there was no real enemy robin, ergo, there was no real threat to this Robin’s territory, in the first place.

With the wisdom of an astute diplomat, the Human, once again, ventured forth into the great outdoors, this time with a hammer in one hand, a large burlap bag draped over his arm and six golden nails in his shirt pocket. As soon as he held the thick brown fabric in place to cover the garage window and then nailed it up securely, the phantom robin was banished from the neighborhood, peace returned and everyone lived happily ever after.

The moral to this story is twofold:

  • Brains not brawn make for a lasting Peace!
  • Always look carefully before you rush to war; you just might be your own worst enemy!

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Bridging the Great Divide ~ A Parable

 

Once upon a time, Conrad DeNier found himself debating Libby Learned. Both being nearly lifelong walkers upon the fraying, stretched thin, conservative / liberal tightrope, on that particular, fateful morning, their seemingly eons old War of Words promised to be as relentless and perilous, as ever. After all, neither party was ever willing to cede even one millimeter of ideological territory; NOT when it came down to the prospect of emerging victorious in the battle of the Haves vs. the Have-Nots.

However, this time around, Conrad would trot out his “new” ploy; totally unleash the ever-present spoiled brat, within. He’d hold his breath until Libby totally agreed with him. And so it was. Her closing point made, he first bleated out his counterpoint; next inhaled and puffed out his cheeks. Indeed, so enraged was he that, all the sudden, his heart totally gave out!

While unconscious, Conrad’s entire life flashed before his eyes; he even wound up seeing the light; both cosmically and cognitively speaking. However, as it had all been predestined, this would only be his Near Death Experience.

As the onrush of warmth gradually reanimated his lifeless body; returned him to consciousness, Conrad’s first sensations were of Libby’s relentless CPR. As he squinted through his eyelashes, “The Light” suddenly cross-faded to that of ordinary daylight. Now awash with feelings of utter stupefaction, to him, this had become the proverbial light bulb over the noggin moment.

In spite of their history of fierce animosity, when push came to shove, Libby had done the humane thing; had actually saved his very life! Seeing how she had been willing to set aside her own differences, he could not help but wonder. Could he not do the same? He even began to question the illogical nature of his own ideological selfishness. Why must he always seek more ill-gotten wealth at the expense of the less fortunate? After all, the sheer enormity of what he had already accrued, to date, could even last a spendthrift ten lifetimes.

Funny how it took a deep shade of physiological blue to get him to cede his seething, red hot intransigence; to temper it with a healthy helping of newfound, true blue hued tolerance. Conrad DeNier even wound up seeing Libby Learned in an entirely new light. Indeed, he now deemed his longtime foe a newfound friend.

The multifaceted moral to our story is fundamental…

Peaceful coexistence is vital. Allow selflessness to gain the upper hand. See the light before you see The Light.

 

 

 

 

#45’s Ill-Conceived, Ill-Willed, Ill-Timed Tightfistedness

Let’s examine #45’s America first mindset in his own words…

“I’m going to spend less money on people overseas and more money on people back home.”

Naturally, taken at face value, a plan to allocate more money, domestically, sounds like a sound idea. HOWEVER to not simultaneously help folks, abroad, is (figuratively and literally speaking) devastatingly nearsighted.

If #45 successfully convinces… correction… cons his likeminded, myopic, avarice driven, sociopathic, unconscionable, congressional cronies and, in tandem, they implement his proposed hatchet job on the federal budget… well…

Their mean-spiritedness… their downRight heartlessness would involve the hasty reversal of time-honored, common sense, altruistic U.S. foreign policy resulting in severely slashed humanitarian aid to the victims of both manmade and natural disasters all over our world.

More to the point… the United Nations is categorizing the combined “living” conditions within Nigeria, Somalia, South Sudan and Yemen as the worst humanitarian crisis since WW-II.

In his own words, UN Under Secretary General Stephen O’Brien told the UN Security Council that $4.4 billion is desperately needed…

“Otherwise, many people will predictably die from hunger, livelihoods will be lost and political gains that have been hard-won over the last few years will be reversed. Without collective and coordinated global efforts, people will simply starve to death. Many more will suffer and die from disease. Children stunted and out of school. Livelihoods, futures and hope will be lost.”

Folks, let’s consider the trillions of bucks being hoarded by America’s high rollers. To them, 4.4 billion bucks is akin to the pocket change you and I lose between our sofa cushions. In other words, they’d never miss it were the UN to “find” it.

Of course, for the greedy, doing “the right thing” nearly always has a wicked, political connotation… rarely a philanthropic one… and… to get back to my blog title… there IS a hidden “cost” of ill-conceived, ill-willed, ill-timed tightfistedness.

What are the hidden consequences?

Well… while #45 and his gang are sadistically getting off on all the human suffering they’re inflicting… it’s highly likely that ISIS and al Qaeda, the very terrorist organizations who they’ve been incessantly, aggressively goading and verbally attacking, will step in to do what America’s alleged leader will be flat-out refusing to do… feed the hungry.

What could happen next?

Well… it’s a certainty that, within the terrorist recruiters’ mess halls, they’ll also be serving up a second course… a verbal crash course to indoctrinate their grateful recipients. They’ll inform their trainees how tightfisted #45 would rather be throwing punches at them than extending a helping hand.

Worse yet, in the same breath, they’ll be incorrectly characterizing him as speaking for all Americans, which, of course, is far, Far, FAR from the truth. And once these recruits start believing that, all of #45’s interminable, insufferable, disingenuous boasting that he’s making America safe will be rendered meaningless… more so than it already is.

What could happen next?

Energized by #45’s hatred, terrorist cells will become more deeply entrenched… they’ll proliferate and metastasize like malignant cancer cells within our global society… and they’ll promptly lash out against the heartless, vile, evil which #45 represents. At that juncture, it’d be next to impossible for America to ever shed #45’s ugly image.

What could happen next?

#45’s trumped up contention about the terrorist threat will become a self-fulfilling prophecy. His own reprehensible rhetoric will cause an unbreakable vicious cycle of attacks / counterattacks… a no-win tragedy that needn’t have ever happened, had he demonstrated compassion towards our world’s needy.

What could happen next?

#45 and all of his big biz / big government bastards… his nasty, greedy, war profiteering, cohorts, while hunkered down in the total security of their lead lined, underground bunkers (which can double as their counting houses), will “get off” on their ill-gotten wealth while American victims will be suffering physically and fiscally amidst the rubble of hundreds of ground zeroes, nationwide… while average Jane and Joe Americans will be drowning in the hemorrhaging, splattered red blood and red ink of #45’s failed foreign policy of avariciousness and isolationism.

What could happen next?

In theory… in time… we might even be talking about the birth of a superpower terrorist nation… a united super cell comprised of all the nation-states, which #45 deprived of humanitarian aid.

What could happen next?

As much as we, who embrace the concepts of peaceful coexistence and extending a helping hand to the needy, loathe just about everything #45 stands for… well…

In #45’s own words…

“If we have nuclear weapons why can’t we use them?”

THE END?

99 Word Blog (#037) Happy 50th Star Trek!

 

12-year-young Tom’s Log… Earth Date 09.08.1966 20:30 hours… Via my B&W viewscreen, I’ve eye-witnessed the birth of the Star Trek universe… made first contact with the NCC-1701 U.S.S. Enterprise crew. WOW!!!

62-year-older Tom’s Blog… Earth Date 09.08.2016 08:50 hours… Original Trek, subsequent five small screen spinoffs and thirteen big screen films have boldly taken us where no one has gone before!

Despite the oft terrifyingly gone wrong, first contacts with new life and civilizations, Star Trek’s undying, underlying, unifying message…

HOPE… the promotion of interracial harmony and peaceful coexistence… then… now… here… and perhaps… someday… our extending this spirit to light-years distant worlds.