Segregation Now! Integration Never!
Wait…really LD? Of course not. Before I start getting hate-mail from those who don’t know me, just breathe, refer back to my other postings on Race and then come back. We’ll wait. You’re back? Better? Still offended? Well, nothing I can do about that. I'm mildly offensive at times. Moving on. So I really thought I’d said everything I had to say on the topics of Race, and more specifically Race-mixing. But it turns out that there’s more. Today’s thoughts were prompte
I believe I have just found my arch-nemesis. It has arrived not in the form of an axe-wielding, crazed Lumber Jill. Nor a flesh-starved Zombie after my hooligans. Not even a respectable evil, genius mastermind who’s ultimate goal is to take over the world. Wouldn’t THAT be fun? Nope, my Lex Luther, my Dr. Evil, the Wile E. Coyote to my Road Runner is a plain and simple conversation. But not just ANY conversation. It is very specifically having a conversation with someon
It’s Not That You’re Wrong…It’s Just That I’m Right
Have you ever entered a spirited debate with someone—ok, an argument—and just left it unsatisfied because you think that person really didn’t understand where you were coming from? That if only they could see the common sense in the words you spoke, they would see the light and come over to the right way of thinking? Yeah…I think we all have. Here’s the problem: they’re thinking the same thing we are. Chances are we can’t both be right. This is a particularly treacherous g
The Id is Back
One of the most amazing things about very young children is their incredible sense of who and what they are. A young child doesn’t worry about what others think of him. They don’t primp and polish for the world around them. They are pure Id to go Freudian with it. Purely concerned with what makes them happy—their own needs and wants. Now, in some ways this would be a bad thing for an adult, but at the same time, sometimes a little Id can be a good thing. I have found in