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Thursday, February 23, 2017

My Sunday Thought for 022617: Strange Bedfellows


I had a doctor admonish me, once, for not addressing him as 'doctor.'  Actually, I called him by his first name; not even the courtesy of a 'mister.'  I told him that if it stroked his ego, I'd try to assist.  He informed me, quite curtly, that he deserved the title.  I told him he only earned the title, and I would be the judge of whether he deserved my recognition of it.  The egotistical audacity of his attitude is what tends to piss me off about haughty, overly 'intelligent,' people.  They tend to be intelligent, but not possessive of much 'smarts,' the street sense which comes from being taught the benefit of humility.  Want to impress me and earn some respect?  Take your degree and go wash the feet of beggars in some third world sewer for a few years before you charge me $400 for an eye exam and expect me to call you 'doctor.'  I worked hard for 23 years for the right to use the title of Master Sergeant as a prefix for the rest of my life; I don't require people address me by it.

I have always seen intelligence as the strange bedfellow of good sense.  Nowadays intelligence combined with good sense seems to be even more of a peculiar alliance than it has been in days past.  I rarely see the two occupying the same 'ugly bags of mostly water' we refer to as human beings.

When I was in college I began my subtle indoctrination to losing good sense in favor of being spoon-fed controlled social behavior.  Fortunately, in my formative years prior, several of my teachers still knew how to teach.  I was required to read the greats of literature, highlighted by the dystopian works of Ray Bradbury, George Orwell, Aldous Huxley, and Sir Thomas More, to name a few.  I became aware of the dangers involved in sameness, of a 'cookie cutter' society of drones, a society of intellect which rewards the intelligence of conformity instead of intelligence tempered by introspection and good sense.  It is the human ability to understand that just because an action is right, doesn't make it the best action, and just because an action is the best, doesn't necessarily make it right.  This dichotomy seems to blur as we force 'book smarts' upon our youth, in favor of the 'school of hard knocks.'  Participation awards create sameness, not greatness; apathy not empathy, and laziness, not energetic creativity.

What it boils down to is a couple of stories I take from my past.  If you're a doctor and I can kill you with one finger, which of us stands the better chance of survival.  If you're a doctor that knows nothing about the broken furnace in your basement, and the temperature is dropping fast, which deserves more respect, your doctorate or the savvy janitor who can fix the furnace?  It isn't how intelligent you are, it is what you know.  In the military it was the difference between who was the most intelligent, and who could get the job done; who got bogged down in regulations, or who put boot to ass and got the forces off the ground.

Intelligence can be defined as "one's capacity for logic, understanding, self-awareness, learning, emotional knowledge, planning, creativity and problem solving. It can be more generally described as the ability to perceive information, and to retain it as knowledge to be applied towards adaptive behaviors within an environment or context." It can be defined this way. 

In today's world it seems to be an unfortunate reality that our society has redefined intelligence to be nothing more than a certificate one earns, rather than the good sense which today's institutions of higher education forget to include in curriculum; the good sense to make you understand there is more to learning than formal education.  I can remember the common sense.  I was part of the generation, chosen by society, to watch as it was quietly squeezed from the unwitting.  Common sense, nowadays, is anything but common.  

Good sense is seen as "sound practical judgment, the mental ability to understand and discriminate between relations, the logic of reasoned and reasonable judgment."  Intelligence would seem to be black and white, whereas good sense exercises an ability to waffle between what is logical, practical, and right; safely watching the building burn, or rushing to save the helpless victims within.  It would seem to be the difference between showing tolerance and understanding, or cutting off one's nose to spite one's face; between doing what is right, or doing what is necessary; between having a capacity and actually exercising the capacity; between being a doctor and earning the right, and the respect, to hold the title.

But whether we have good sense or intelligence, these are nothing more than labels which differentiate us from one another rather than bring us together.  As much as I would like to respect a person's accomplishments by calling them 'doctor,' I can't help but think how much more constructive and respectful it is to operate on a more friendly, first name basis.  I'd rather go to the doctor and hear the following: 
"Tony, what seems to be the problem?"
"Well, John, I have this pain in my ass." 
"Hmmm... probably your wife.  Drop trou and let's have a peek.  You gonna golf with us this afternoon?"
"Depends on my wife."
Life is chock full of strange bedfellows.  When it comes right down to it, an intelligent ass is less desirable to be around than a plain ol' ass.  I vote we try treating each other the way we would like to be treated; do unto others as you would have them do unto you, and hope they can take a joke.



Editor's Note 
(re: disclaimer cum "get out of jail free" card) 

Before you go getting your panties in a bunch, it is essential to understand that this is just an opinion site and, as such, can be subjected to scrutiny by anyone with a differing opinion. It doesn't make either opinion any more right or wrong than the other. An opinion, presented in this context, is a way of inciting others to think and, hopefully, to form opinions of their own, if they haven't already done so. This is also why, occasionally, I will present an "opinion" just to stir an emotional pot. Where it may sound like I agree with the statements made, I'm more interested in getting others to consider another viewpoint. 

It is my fervent hope that we keep open and active minds when reading opinions and then engaging in peaceful, constructive, discussion in an arena of mutual respect concerning the opinions put forth. After over twenty years with military intelligence, I have come to believe engaging each other in this manner and in this arena is the way we will learn tolerance and respect for differing beliefs, cultures, and viewpoints.

We all fall from grace, some more often than others; it is part of being human. God's test for us is what we learn from the experience, and what we do afterward.
Pastor Tony spent 23 years with United States Air Force Intelligence as a planner, analyst, briefer, instructor, and senior manager. He spent 17 years, following his service career, working with an Institutional Review Board helping to protect the rights of human subjects in pharmaceutical research.  Ordained 1n 2013 as an "interfaith" minister, he founded the Congregation for Religious Tolerance in response to intolerance shown by Christians toward peaceful Islam. As the weapon for his war on intolerance he chose the pen, to wage battle in the guise of the Congregation's official, online, blog, "The Path," of which he is both author and editor. "The Path" offers a vehicle for commentary and guidance concerning one's own personal, spiritual, path toward peace and the final destination for us all. He currently resides in Pass Christian, Mississippi, where he volunteers as lead chaplain, and Chaplain Liaison, at a regional medical center.

Thursday, February 16, 2017

My Sunday Thought for 021917: Terror in Small Packages

We never worry about the big things,
just the small things.

-- Travis Barker

I just knew this would morph from a comment on Facebook to My Sunday Thought for this weekend.

Anyone ever been nipped by one of these small devil dogs? Painful as hell! Makes one wonder if they realize how vulnerable they are to contact sports, like football, or to the fast food giants like... oh, Pit Bulls. Just the look of this thing has me reaching for a crucifix... and a wooden stake. But, "Aren't they adorable?" the girl asks. "I'm not sure how to answer that," I answer. "Have you had one eat your face yet?"

I would like to think, as with most thinking creatures, they are what they're taught. Of course, as per my last My Sunday Thought, this might be dependent on whether they're terminally stupid and don't want to be taught. Then again, these little buggers might belong to those members of the League of the Perpetually Offended who seem to always be angry at something or someone.  I don't think we worry about the big things because we realize it's the little things that are going to bite us in the ass.
The older I get, the more I'm conscious of ways very small things can make a change in the world. Tiny little things, but the world is made up of tiny matters, isn't it?
-- Sandra Cisneros
Big things are important, like government intrusion into our private lives and decisions, gun control, open borders, and the like.  But these we work on together, because we made the messes together.  The small things are more personal in nature.  The small things are mistakes we made alone, messes we've made of our personal lives.  It's the choice of taking the mortgage you know you can't afford, because the house has a pool, not thinking what'll happen if you lose your job.  It's the choice of dating the person you know is a player and buying into the bullshit that "you're the one."  It's sleeping around with five guys and then wondering who you accuse of being the father, or sleeping around with five women and your only answer when asked to man up is, "Whoops."

How many little things have to bite us in the ass and chew on our conscience, if we're lucky enough to have one, before we realize it isn't the little things, these outcomes of bad decisions, which are terminally stupid, it's the person making the decisions.  Maybe it's time to look in the mirror and start learning some lessons from our mistakes, do some moral housecleaning and have a garage sale for all the crap we've accumulated that we really don't need and that continues to suck the life blood out of our true happiness.  How many lovers do you have to go through before it penetrates your thick skull that it isn't them having the problem?  So, is the only plus to your relationship that the person loves you?  Try thinking of this love as a big ticket item, and the rest of what you think you're after, the stuff or people you think will make you happy, is simply small bullshit waiting to bite you in the ass - again.
Notice the small things. The rewards are inversely proportional.
-- Liz Vassey
Doris Lessing (1919-2013), British novelist and poet, once said, "Small things amuse small minds."  I have to disagree.  Small things amuse great minds, because we've realized how insignificant they are, have rid ourselves of their tediousness, and amuse ourselves watching how the parade of humanity drown in their pool desires which is only three feet deep.  For God's sake, stand up!  

It is incumbent upon us to watch our ass, lest it get bit.  The more little shit we allow into our lives the more little shit we have to watch out for.  Hey, one plus one equals two, go figure.  The only little ass biters you need to have around is those necessary to your survival, and those are the ones you need to be the 'alpha dog' over.  If you can't control it, change it until you can.  If your friends don't act like friends, unfriend them.  If you can't afford it, don't buy it.  If a lie bothers you, don't lie.  If it's illegal, don't do it.  What the hell?  Is it really this simple?  Ever ask yourself why we have a Bible when we have ten very easy to understand black and white, do or do not, commandments?  We make our own lives miserable, and we let those we look to for guidance create thousands of pages of confusion when ten simple lines are enough to govern us, of for us to govern ourselves.  Confusion is simply a tool used to control, and if you feel you're not in control then maybe you need to find out who is, and deal with it.
"Don't worry about things that you have no control over, because you have no control over them. Don't worry about things that you have control over, because you have control over them."
-- Mickey Rivers
I relinquish control, to a point, in two facets of life, and total control only in one.  I allow control to be shared by my employer and my lover, and I give total control over my entire life to God knowing that God gives it back each and every morning when I awake to another glorious day in paradise, and another chance to excel.  Don't sweat the small stuff; just keep your fingers away from the teeth. 


Editor's Note 
(re: disclaimer cum "get out of jail free" card) 

Before you go getting your panties in a bunch, it is essential to understand that this is just an opinion site and, as such, can be subjected to scrutiny by anyone with a differing opinion. It doesn't make either opinion any more right or wrong than the other. An opinion, presented in this context, is a way of inciting others to think and, hopefully, to form opinions of their own, if they haven't already done so. This is also why, occasionally, I will present an "opinion" just to stir an emotional pot. Where it may sound like I agree with the statements made, I'm more interested in getting others to consider another viewpoint. 

It is my fervent hope that we keep open and active minds when reading opinions and then engaging in peaceful, constructive, discussion in an arena of mutual respect concerning the opinions put forth. After over twenty years with military intelligence, I have come to believe engaging each other in this manner and in this arena is the way we will learn tolerance and respect for differing beliefs, cultures, and viewpoints.

We all fall from grace, some more often than others; it is part of being human. God's test for us is what we learn from the experience, and what we do afterward.
Pastor Tony spent 23 years with United States Air Force Intelligence as a planner, analyst, briefer, instructor, and senior manager. He spent 17 years, following his service career, working with an Institutional Review Board helping to protect the rights of human subjects in pharmaceutical research.  Ordained 1n 2013 as an "interfaith" minister, he founded the Congregation for Religious Tolerance in response to intolerance shown by Christians toward peaceful Islam. As the weapon for his war on intolerance he chose the pen, to wage battle in the guise of the Congregation's official, online, blog, "The Path," of which he is both author and editor. "The Path" offers a vehicle for commentary and guidance concerning one's own personal, spiritual, path toward peace and the final destination for us all. He currently resides in Pass Christian, Mississippi, where he volunteers as lead chaplain, and Chaplain Liaison, at a regional medical center.

Friday, February 10, 2017

My Sunday Thought for 021217: Terminal Stupidity

The Post:  "Seems people can't post things that someone might disagree with and have them just scroll past instead of spewing ugly comments. To that end, I'm bowing out of it for the unforeseeable future. I'm tired of being hurt."
My Comment:  "Sounds like you're dealing with my favorite group, the League of the Perpetually Offended. You can't cure stupid, nor should you try. Stupid will be with us always. 
What you shouldn't do is let stupid get under your skin. When stupid sees you back away, they just come at you harder because, generally, coming after you is all they have in their war chest, because they're stupid. Unfriend them, as I have with many, ignore the rest, and press on.


It stands to reason that if enough people unfriend the terminally stupid, the only friends they'll have are the terminally stupid. This might be the wakeup call they've needed, like a swift kick in the ass. Get those broad shoulders lathered in Teflon spray and let their bullshit roll off. There are so many more SMART people out here which love you.  
Just saying."
Comment Response:  Stupid can be cured with education, not with rejection.

The impetus for this post was the response, shown above, to my comment, and my comment should come as no surprise to those who read my blog religiously.  The woman who wrote the response does not read my blog, and has no clue.  Her response would be like me limiting my comment to, "Stupid will be with us always."  A one line response like this would easily deserve a, "WTF?"

I hate short, one line, responses when it deals with something as important as the original post.  If that's all you have to offer, better you not offer anything.  A one line response evidences a lack of investment in the subject, the person, and the obvious emotion.  If you're not going to invest yourself, why bother wasting your precious time?  I had a teacher in high school, back in the late 1960s, which had this responder's seeming rosy view of the world.  She was a hippie, Vietnam War protester, a devout communist, smelled of patchouli, smoked grass, and tore the classroom's American flag off the wall so she could stomp on it while trying to indoctrinate young mind's to her views.  This reminds me of most universities today.  She probably would have burned her bra had she been endowed well enough to wear one, but I digress.      

My comment, in the intro above, was prefaced so most of us could understand the target, if you will, as the 'perpetually offended.'  Again, those of you who know me understand the perpetually offended have no other goal in life than to always be offended at everything, hence the term, 'perpetually.'  Those who read me probably also know that my opinion of those people, who adopt this worldview of perpetual offense, is they are terminally stupid ('terminally,' in this case, meaning you have decided to perpetually remain stupid, forever.

I suppose one could define 'terminal stupidity' as: The permanent self-imposed denial of a perpetual state of belligerent offence toward an idea.  You can't cure this with education because the last thing people of this ilk want is to not feel offended.  They live for it, they crave it, and they find the idea of not being offended every second of every day as, well - offensive.  It is their right, and they're damned well going to exercise it ad nauseam.  You know - stupid.

So, in my humble opinion, with all I have offered above, the possibility this brand of 'stupid' can be cured with any amount of education would seem dependent on stupid's willingness to be educated to someone else's' point of view.  Yet, isn't someone else's point of view their entire issue?  The offended would find such 'education' tantamount to indoctrination, however, so standby for another accusation of offense at the very idea of being educated.

The irony, for anyone who has read Orwell's Animal Farm, studied the Soviet Union, Communist China, or Cambodia's reign of the Khmer Rouge, is the mass indoctrination and policing we would endure for everyone to get onboard with the perpetually offended desires.  Even if we decided to see things their way, they will be offended at us buckling to their will.  If we reject them, they will be offended at our snuff.  Either way, we're the ones who ultimately suffer due to their, oft times trivial, sense of perpetual offense.  Better to just let them go and walk away than to beat our heads against the proverbial wall knowing we'll get nowhere wasting our time trying to educate them.

I suppose you know my vote.

I had better conclude My Sunday Thought with a tad more tolerance.  No one is saying reject these folks out right, as all of us deserve to be heard.  There comes a point when you have to determine if it is a discussion or if you're going to be the other half of two jackasses braying at each other.  This point is easy for the person with good sense to recognize, not so much for the perpetually offended.  As with my friend who wrote the initial post, what is the point to being continually hurt by the comments of a jackass, even if they're a friend, or family?  Better to simply turn and walk away, unfriend, block, ignore, or reject, as circumstances dictate.  You are slamming the door in the face of their self-imposed perpetual ignorance of you also having rights.  I'm a firm believer in Pavlovian response to negative reinforcement.  If enough people slam a door in the face of their perpetual offense to life, maybe they'll remember everyone deserves the same rights, tolerance, and understanding, which they perpetually, and all too oft times belligerently, demand of others.

It is my fondest hope that my dear friend stays where she is, as she is so much better a person than those who assault her.  Isn't this what we should all strive to be, the better person?  It requires that you stay in the game.  It also requires you learn to pick your battles, and when to walk away.


 Editor's Note 
(re: disclaimer cum "get out of jail free" card) 

Before you go getting your panties in a bunch, it is essential to understand that this is just an opinion site and, as such, can be subjected to scrutiny by anyone with a differing opinion. It doesn't make either opinion any more right or wrong than the other. An opinion, presented in this context, is a way of inciting others to think and, hopefully, to form opinions of their own, if they haven't already done so. This is also why, occasionally, I will present an "opinion" just to stir an emotional pot. Where it may sound like I agree with the statements made, I'm more interested in getting others to consider another viewpoint, even if I might also believe it to be wrong. 

It is my fervent hope that we keep open and active minds when reading opinions and then engaging in peaceful, constructive, discussion in an arena of mutual respect concerning the opinions put forth. After over twenty years with military intelligence, I have come to believe engaging each other in this manner and in this arena is the way we will learn tolerance and respect for differing beliefs, cultures, and viewpoints.

We all fall from grace, some more often than others; it is part of being human. God's test for us is what we learn from the experience, and what we do afterward.
Pastor Tony spent 23 years with United States Air Force Intelligence as a planner, analyst, briefer, instructor, and senior manager. He spent 17 years, following his service career, working with an Institutional Review Board helping to protect the rights of human subjects in pharmaceutical research.  Ordained 1n 2013 as an "interfaith" minister, he founded the Congregation for Religious Tolerance in response to intolerance shown by Christians toward peaceful Islam. As the weapon for his war on intolerance he chose the pen, to wage battle in the guise of the Congregation's official, online, blog, "The Path," of which he is both author and editor. "The Path" offers a vehicle for commentary and guidance concerning one's own personal, spiritual, path toward peace and the final destination for us all. He currently resides in Pass Christian, Mississippi, where he volunteers as lead chaplain, and Chaplain Liaison, at a regional medical center.