Saturday, July 9, 2016

Ignorance.

I am usually good about ignoring other human beings thought processes on Social Media.

I can scroll past an offensive picture with just a nose wrinkle or a shake of my head.
Whatever.
People have their own opinions and make choices on how they want to view them.
That is another reason that I am happy to be living in america.
(Where we can over flow our social media sites with selfies and not be afraid of getting our noses cut off for it.)

On the 4th of July I saw a picture posted of a woman standing on our Flag with her fist up.
I read the dialog and just stared, biting my tongue but really just too busy preparing for our 4th of July parade to say anything.

It wasn't until yesterday, over french roast coffee and through several yawns that I became fucking furious at what I was seeing and so I have titled you and others like you "Ignorance." 
That is your name now.

Dear Ignorance,
You have endorsed killing and hatred.
You have posted pictures of a woman standing on our countries flag and while you have tried to spew "thoughtful" and "Intelligent" words about it. 

You have missed your mark.

I find it funny, (and when I say funny, what I mean is disgusting) that many people who abhor this country have no issue with letting it feed their family. Provide themselves with an education and help to pay for their child's daycare.

When you post pictures of a woman standing on the flag, what I see, is a woman standing on the neck of my father. Who fought for this country and couldn't talk about it.
My sister, who did the same and my brother who is currently active.

Until you strap on and step up. Miss me with your unintelligent bullshit and be thankful that you live in a country that will feed you when you are hungry. Educate you when you are un-knowledgeable and allow you the freedom to form your own fucked up opinions.

Dear Ignorance,
Ask me what I am and I will tell you that I am A woman, a mother, a teacher, a Queen of everything, An american.

I do not say that I am a white woman. I do not hashtag whitelivesmatter. 
Can you even imagine? 
That is disgusting.
My life matters, so does yours and that woman is standing on american soil, raising her fist up in protest. Her life matters too.

Her life mattered to my Father.

all life matters. dumbass.

Can you be so unintelligent as to look at what is happening in the world, and endorse it?
To DARE to cast judgment on the pictures of a police officer holding a man down in a way that is ...wrong to you?
Can YOU please share a story on how YOU disarmed a man, the "proper" way.

Have you asked a man to drop his weapon and have him keep coming, not feeling the taser because his body has an 8 ball of methamphetamine running through it and he is twacked out to a T?
Do you put your life on the line each and every day hoping that you will return home to your children in one piece? To feel like you have a target on your back and the world is filled with angry snipers ready to take a stand against "THE MAN."

We are raising up the future. And I have done MY best to instill a moral compass, love of country and respect for their fellow human beings.

NOT white human beings. NOT black human beings. But ALL human beings.
In my house, there is no separation. WE are colorblind.
In my house, we love one another as God wants us too.

And do you know how I do that?
I model it. I show it. I put down the flagstones that my children will walk upon.

Your words. Your actions. Your opinions matter.
They hear. They see and they form small opinions based upon your bigger ones.

It is easy to sit on our couches and forget the men and the women who make it safe for us to feel comfortable enough to bad mouth everyone.

I am not saying that your issues, are non issues. But how are you fixing them by encouraging rage and spreading hatred


Is this country perfect? no. But what are YOU doing to change that?




Finally, be you all of one mind, 
having compassion one of another,
 love as brothers, be pitiful, be courteous:
Not rendering evil for evil, or railing for railing:
 but contrariwise blessing; knowing that you are 
thereunto called, that you should inherit a blessing.