I didn’t want to, I swear it!
I had no desire to write what-so-ever; just relax and watch the scenery go by. We’ve been having the grandest time just going where the road leads and stopping off at hotels to eat free continental breakfasts.
No, we don’t stay at the hotels.
Hey, at least we’re not drunk and stealing tips to buy more wine.
Ah, the old days!
I promised myself there would be no writing, although I have been working on an informational website about dog food. Knowledge that my beloved four legged friends had been eating food made of, gasp, dead dogs, almost sent me over the edge and motivated me to do something about it. My lovely wife stays busy editing my work for a future book while working on her own forthcoming novel. Did I mention she’s multitudinous?
But I couldn’t stand it any longer. After continuous reading about our sad political system and the ultra right wing conservative wing-nuts preaching the wrath of God and denouncing any and all things not placed within the center of their confused morality, I had to say something.
Let me be clear. I believe everyone has the right to be married, be miserable and fuck their kids up so hard that a lifetime of therapy will only make a small dent in their fragile psyches (Oh wait, that was my childhood-sorry). I meant, I believe everyone has the right to be married, be ridiculously happy and raise their children in a home of love, understanding and respect for all cultures and way of life.
In a world that is filled with starvation, disease, failing economies, murder, political wars of profit (Oh wait, I already said murder) destruction of resources, pollution of our air and water and countless other atrocities, there are those who wish to lead that are still arguing about whose God is the correct God and who should be able to marry whom. These are the same people who believe a woman has no right to her body, the rich should not be taxed, the poor should not have health care or be able to eat and congressional slush funds and hypocrisy stand for freedom.
Ah yes, I can hear them screaming now, “It’s un-american and God wills it!” or my favorite, “If it’s not in the bible, it’s not true!”
American, Peruvian, Haitian, German, Finnish, Russian, Australian, Rwandan, on and on, as many countries as there are faces, as there are beliefs, as there are births, as there are deaths and as there are gods; borders of country and morality separate us into factions. We fight each other over words and actions, never stopping for one moment to realize why we believe in our hatred.
We never stop to think that maybe the limited scope in which we see the world was given to us by someone else. When Nietzsche wrote On the Genealogy of Morals, he made it quite clear where these thoughts come from.
If you’re not sure why you believe what you do, take a look inside the pages of those essays which Fred wrote while his sanity was still intact. You might come away with a different view. If anything, you might discover that we’ve been duped for a very long time.
You might even come to understand with continued introspection that we are all human beings with dreams and desires to make our lives better, filled with love and hope.
And as preposterous as it seems,
Sometimes that love and hope is about having the human right to legally say, “I do.”
