An open letter to all Extremists;
I know you have been taught all your life by your teachers and holy men that you are right and everyone who disagrees with you is wrong. However, believing you are right is not the same thing as being right.
I can see how in the early days of trying to prove how right you are, your frustration and anger at not being listened to led you to act out in some crazy ways. Hijacking airplanes or blowing up abortion clinics, protesting at soldier’s funerals or screaming that gay people are going to hell, it certainly did get you noticed. Again I feel the need to point out that being noticed is not the same thing as being listened to.
Yes, people are now aware of your point of view. Some of them may even agree with you, or at least feel that you have some valid concerns.
So perhaps now is the time to try taking your viewpoint in a new direction. When you put a bomb in a building or shoot a school girl in the head because she thinks girls should be able to get an education, you are just not getting the whole idea of a public relations campaign. If you want to get your message across might I suggest wristbands or perhaps ribbons of a certain color. Maybe some billboards. Or better yet, try a commercial with puppies. And make sure it is narrated by Morgan Freeman. People love that guy.
My only other suggestion is that if your god is telling you to blow people up or shoot school girls, maybe you are not listening to him closely enough. Which is ironic when you think about it, because your major complaint is that no one is listening to you closely enough. Just something to think about.
Pouring My Art Out 
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Are you making fun of me for the time I wrote a short piece that sounded like spam and then went around pasting it into hundreds of comment boxes on blogs of people I didn’t know???
*applause* Well said, PMAO!
Thank you muchly.
Gasp. I didn’t do it…
I never said you did, but that sounds like guilt talking to me.
Kudos, except that I would add special recognition for fundamentalist Christians who claim to love our constitution and yet insist that we are a Christian country!
I couldn’t get too specific without going on for ever and ever. And getting really angry.
Fundamentalism in anything, be it zealously religious or militantly atheist is destructive, not just to society- but to one’s self. Beliefs are personal, whether one’s belief is in God or in the non-existence of God, and no one should have to be ashamed or hide them.
In my experience, getting fundamental reflects a lack of inner assurance of one’s own beliefs. So anyone who challenges them scares that person even more. In a nutshell, fundamentalists really believe out of fear, not love.
After all, there are 2 human emotions from which all other positive and negative subset emotions stem: love and fear. So if you are driven by fear, you can turn the most innocent ideology or concept into something ugly and destructive.
Exactly. I suppose I could have worded it in a less dryly sarcastic way, but it isn’t like I was going to change their minds or anything, so I went with humor. Thank you for your comment.
So amazingly awesome. I’d like to have a stack of cards that say this to just hand out all day long.
Print it up. Reblog it. Tweet it. Facebook it. Tumble it. Send it out as Christmas cards. Every once in a while I say something worth listening to. Of course between those rare times I ramble like a squirrel on crack.
I love the idea Christmas cards with this inside.
The irony is that it is a religious festival that focuses on peace and good will, which is something that fundamentalists tend not to do.
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I’m pressing this.
Not sure I know what that means, but thanks.
You know now and you’re welcome. I was compelled to trot your genius out for the world to see.
I enjoyed my moment in the spotlight. Thank you. I hope you have many more followers and visitors than my humble blog so that there is a chance that someone might actually read my words!
Someone new just added your blog to her reader today because she saw your post on my blog. I feel certain you have more followers thanI have but I think we only share a few of them. Hopefully you’ll gain some more readers. I’ll check to see how many likes it got.
I didn’t mean to sound sarcastic. I do appreciate it. Is a reader like following?
Yes, I’m sure you prefer to think people are following you but she’s added you to her reader so your posts will show up each time. Wait until she finds out what you’re really like!
I didn’t think you were sarcastic at all. That post has 9 views so far.
I am scathingly sarcastic. I ooze sarcasm out of my orrifices. I have a masters degree and a tenth degree black belt in sarcasm. I do not like to use it for the same reason the scientist guy doesn’t like to let the Incredible Hulk come out to play. Stuff and feelings get hurt. Don’t make me sarcastic… You wouldn’t like me when I am sarcastic…
Ah, there again we have a similarity. I, too, have a streak of caustic sarcasm that I do not often expose to rest of humanity. I only use it when absolutely necessary and most often in unfortunate altercations with people who do not know me very well and insinuate themselves where they ought not.
Plus it is wasted on stupid people…
See, therein lies the problem. Smart people know better than to invite the beast out and it’s not very satisfying to match wits with the witless.
Never step in when the wit is hitting the fan, I always say.
You are on a ROLL.
Like a big weiner…
sorry, that was beneath me. You deserve better.
You can’t help yourself. I understand.
Ow. I got mustard in my eye. At least I hope it’s mustard… (oh man, I kill me)…
Okay, so I used to be a teller at a bank and I am not lying whenI tell this story. One of my favorite customers came in and his eye was all pink and swollen, it looked hideous. Naturally, I asked him what happened and he didn’t skip a beat when he told me he got semen in it, Yes, you read right, semen. Apparently, he and his date had a contest to see what they could hit from a distance and unfortunately, his date got a bull’s eye!
I am impressed by the fact that I have so many gay friends that this story not only didn’t shock me, it didn’t even surprise me. Very funny though.
It was hilarious and I hadn’t thought of it for close to twenty years. He was so embarrassed because he had a “real” job and couldn’t think of a good cover story.
Yeah, they really used to marginalize the gay community back then… oh… wait…
You are hystericaly funny and oddly spot on in your confrontation. I liked it!
There is nothing odd about my ‘spot’.
hmm… beg to differ.. Its spot on, quite oddly so for you.
There is a keen sense of seriousness behind the funny I did not expect.
I keep telling you I am deeper than I look like I am. Or sound like I am. I am bigger on the inside than the outside, and since I am 6 feet 4 inches tall, that is saying something.
People do love Morgan Freeman. I’ll bet he’d be willing to do these ads, too.
People tend to trust him.
Can they tell me more about this hell place I’ll be going to? What’s the transit time as I can’t go for too long without a cigarette.
We better have a smoking secion. It seems like they would. But maybe not… that’s why it is hell, I suppose.
Is it our hell or is it their hell? If it is their hell then I suspect it will be right up my street
We will sure have the last laugh on them…unless they are right… then we are screwed…
Excellente!
😉
Thank you. I sort of felt that one. It makes it easier.
For sure… It sure is sad when a group are threatened by a young girl, so much so, as to try to kill her multiple times…. I love your mug shot, you make me want to grab a beer and party like it’s the late 90s. And that’s a good thing. 😉
I am a man of many decades. Mostly an artifact of the 70’s, but that is another story.
I wanted to say 80s, but I decided when people call me an 80s chick, it is usually an insult, so you know, late 90s were a lot of fun, I had a swicked body then… 🙂
I don’t know if swicked is a typo or a word I don’t know, but it is sort of sexy either way. Just sayin’…
Well, I snagged the word-combination from my hubby. He’s still got it 😉 sick and wicked buddy!
Oh, you are one of those word-snaggers, eh? A ‘wogger’…
A wogger? I can live with that title. 😀
Well, done sir.
Thank you, I took my sarcasm pill this morning.
And what more needs to be said except i to like Morgan…
He would get the Palastinians there homeland… him and some puppies…oh yeah.
you know it!