Something to Ponder
I certainly hope you all had a great Thanksgiving, survived the relatives, ate until you were uber full, made it to Wal-Mart with pepper spray in hand. Almost forgot, did you say grace before dinner-- all pretending that they do this at every meal all year long?
This weekend I met a very handsome young man. My gaydar was going crazy but I knew very well that he is straight. Just to make conversation, I asked him if he planned on having any children. "Absolutely not" was the reply. "I don't believe in brining children into a word as screwed up as ours is." He surprised me, but he made me think a little. Being gay, people often assume that we will not have children, and the adoptions which take place are so few that we can't contradict the childless notion. Yes, I know there are exceptions-- and they are just that-- exceptions.
What kind of a world would we be giving to our children?
Issues to ponder:
With today's scientific and technological advances, does anyone feel comfortable that we will advance more? Does anyone think we have gone as far as possible? What is our next frontier?
Even when we celebrate holidays such as Thanksgiving, are we aware of the millions of people starving to death and dying of disease all over the world, and in our own United States? We all know about food banks, but when do we donate to them?
Do we honestly believe that our political system will create change for the better amidst the partisanship and dirty politics we are subjected to daily?
Do we have some delerious illusion that this counry is not in a deep resession?
Do we ever think we just maybe should be supporting the basic goals of the OCCUPY WALL STREET folks? They have tried to point to the greed which permeates this nation, and it would be difficult to deny it exists.
The constant threats of nuclear attack and terroristic plots are things we think about each day.
I am kind of hoping that this particular blog acts as a catalyst to motivate some of our readers to comment or contradict what I have written.
We are counting on you to make this blog come alive. Open dialogue always beats a monologue.
Well, it's time to take my new anti-depressant written by my third world psychiatrist during our five minute session two weeks ago. Oh my, does it really show that I need to?