But the beginning of health.
What things do we need for health?
So, dear friends, as a critic…I must criticize myself.
And I do.
I have patterns.
And I am fine with some of them.
- I am a skeptic
If there is a bombing in Ankara, I say, “Was there REALLY a bombing?”
If China lands on the moon, I say, “Did they REALLY land on the moon?”
You get the picture.
But sometimes (often) in my skepticism I lose perspective.
And I usually regain it the next day.
[more or less]
I think it can be best explained like this.
9/11 traumatized me like nothing before or since.
I’m sure many people share this reaction.
But 9/11 changed me very much.
All of a sudden, I wanted to know about the CIA.
I wanted to know about the NSA.
Raven Rock Mountain.
Etc. etc. etc.
Indeed, that there is a peculiar sort of blowback.
A truly savvy “deep state” would have let sleeping dogs lie.
But 9/11 woke many from their trances.
Some rallied round the flag.
I was late in doing that.
I was mainly wracked with empathy.
Verily, I can imagine few more horrifying deaths than those experienced by the victims in the World Trade Center.
And so I rallied for their sake.
I didn’t wanna go kill someone.
I didn’t join the Army.
[maybe I should have]
I gradually wanted to know one thing about 9/11: the truth.
And we get exposed to new ideas in such passing caroms of conversation.
A snippet here. A remembered word.
I’ll be honest: I’m not a fighter.
And, shame on me, I’m not sufficiently loving either.
For when there is love in the heart, a person can do no harm.
But I let my more petty instincts get the better of me.
Truly, it is not very big of me.
[not to be confused with bigamy…]
It’s not very “responsible” of me to mouth off about something like the incident in Manchester last night.
Because truly I don’t know what the fuck I’m talking about.
I may have a few snatches of truth…but my logic is bad.
I acknowledge that.
I am no lawyer.
Maybe some day.
But probably not 🙂
And yet, the best thing we can do is say we’re sorry…when we fuck up.
I don’t know shit about shit.
I’m not an expert.
I’m certainly not an expert in terrorism.
But I have devoted a large part of my life to educating myself.
About the things they don’t teach you in school.
But I say this most honestly: I have no ill will towards anyone.
And so to the good men and women in the UK and other countries who are fighting terrorism, I salute you.
You have an unenviable task.
And we thank you for keeping us safe.
If anyone died last night in Manchester…in a bombing…I am truly sorry.
Indeed, I find the whole thing hard to fathom.
Which probably explains my aversion to “the news”.
If I try to imagine some of the injuries and death blows about which I have heard, my mind is filled with the saddest images imaginable.
But let’s do something productive.
What am I supposed to feel?
Am I supposed to be angry at Salman Abedi (now purportedly dead)?
Or am I supposed to be angry at his religion?
Am I supposed to be angry at the migration policies of the European Union?
It really is a can of worms.
And that is assuming you can believe everything which comes out your tele 🙂
But truly, even one life ending prematurely…in such insane, violent, randomness…it shakes you furiously.
And it puts on notice that everywhere (EVERYWHERE) is a potential war zone.
I don’t know if anything I’ve said makes any difference.
But I just wanted to express my thanks to God.
For showing me a more righteous path.
I may stumble.
But if I hear my conscience (JLG), then I must adjust.
I want great peace for the world.
I want opportunity for my friends and neighbors.
For my countrymen.
And of course I want the best for every country on Earth.
So I must stay humble.
I must listen to God.
I am but a novice, but I trust that God will care for me.
And then enters no fear.
Above and beyond a medication.
But a blessing.
If there really were little girls killed in Manchester, then we are heartbroken with the families.
And humbled at their loss.
I am just as weak as the next bloke.
Not a superman.
Merely a skunk crawling back in to apologize.
E pur si muove