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Monday Morning Observations

So much happens these days and we get our information instantly. The reasons are both good and bad, but it allows us to find out some necessary things, such as weather and traffic and it also forces our hand into making assumptions. Some of us wait for information, but most jump to ill-advised conclusions and then that silly little bastard named pride jumps into our minds. That is why the this weekend's parades were seen as so awful by some and so beautiful to others. Some have a vested interest because of the color of their skin and others because of the job they hold dear to them like a child. I won't pretend to understand anything other than pride. I only wish people didn't confuse pride with right and wrong. Pride has caused my faults to cause me more harm than they should and they've magnified my achievements, but what they can do on a large scale is move mountains. Some to clear a passage and some to throw down upon others. Both of these are happening from both "sides" all around our country.

All that being said, my mind isn't really there now. I'm worried about a dozen or so people in a Sydney Australia coffee shop, hoping for the best and hoping this incident doesn't become their Ferguson. Already, Muslims are in fear for their lives, because of the actions of what is believed to be one person. Can you imagine and entire town, state or country, deciding the fate of an entire group based on the actions of one person? I guess, when you think about it, all these religions with millions of followers are based on the word of one person, who claimed to know more than others. Millions believed and it spread, like a cancer, until some differed. Even the good, spreads like a disease, being slowed and often stopped by the bad. Ironic how the positives of religion and the negatives spread exactly the same way. Uneven facts, supported by people with extreme pride with the belief that they are true.

#illridewithyou

Regardless of what you believe, what you look like or what you think of me.

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